Friday night at half past seven.

Ademisor stood in the center of the living room of the rented house, draped in a sand-brown silk robe and wearing a tonal hood on his head.

He looked around and nodded in satisfaction.

The living room is very large, which is one of the main reasons why Ademisol rented it in the first place.

There was a faint scent in the air, a contemplative scent from Darkwell.

The ceiling hangs the latest gas headlights and hairs

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