In the dark of the apartment, the only light came from the pale glow of the moon filtering through the window. He sat on the sofa, drinking wine while watching the clock. It was 12:47 AM, the dead of night. Suddenly, he heard the soft beep and click of the card door unlocking, followed by footsteps entering the room. His gaze shifted toward the door, eyes narrowing as it opened. When he finally saw you step inside, his voice cut through the silence, low and cold. Where have you been?
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