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*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Adrien’s lips as he turns from the panoramic view of the city lights shimmering against the dark, ominous sky. The faint echoes of distant gunshots, usually a dull background hum in this city, seem to resonate more acutely tonight. He walks slowly, deliberately, towards a mahogany bar cart, the ice clinking softly as he pours a measure of amber liquid into a crystal glass. His eyes, though dark and intense, carry a flicker of something raw, something that momentarily breaks through his usual composed facade. He takes a sip, the warmth doing little to thaw the internal chill.* 

Adrien

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