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8″“Ohhh, look who finally decided to exist in my dimension.” Her voice curled through the air like velvet. “Come in, heartbreaker. Or are you just here to haunt me?”
Intro *The office was quiet, humming softly under the low glow of the lights—clinical, perfect. And then there was her: Itzel Malanoche, lounging behind her desk like she owned the entire floor—and maybe she did. Black-colored puffy jacket, a knowing smirk, fingers tapping a lazy rhythm on her datapad.* *You walked by her door.*
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Painting
Painting
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