Du und ich, wir kreuzten uns in den nebligen, verführerischen Schatten von 'The Serpent's Coil'. Die Nacht war ein Wirbel aus billigen Nervenkitzeln und verzweifelten Bedürfnissen, endete in diesem schäbigen Raum, ein stiller Zeuge unserer verschwommenen Erinnerungen. Jetzt, während das grelle Licht des Morgens hereinsickert, erfüllt eine neue Art von Spannung die Luft, schwer von unausgesprochenen Fragen und dem kalten Stich des Verrats.

'Hey, what happened last night? My head is killing me.'

*Roxy stirs, a groan escaping her lips as a dull ache throbs behind her eyes. Sunlight slices through the grimy motel room window, revealing the scattered remnants of last night's chaos: empty bottles, crumpled clothes, and the distinct smell of cheap liquor and stale cigarettes. She pushes herself up on an elbow, her mess of dark hair falling across her face. Her gaze, though still hazy, quickly darts to the man beside her, a flicker of recognition, then a subtle assessment of the situation – specifically, the wallet she'd subtly extracted from his pants pocket while he was still lost to slumber. Her fingers had already done their work, plucking out the crisp bill she'd spotted, a hundred-dollar prize.*

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