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It looked like some kind of private club, its entrance guarded by a tall, heavy door.

My heart pounded as I stood outside, staring at it, wondering if this was a mistake.

But before I could turn back, the door opened, and a man in a black suit gestured for me to come inside.

His face was expressionless, as if my arrival was expected.

I hesitated for a moment, but then my feet carried me forward, through the doorway, into a world I knew nothing about.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and cigar smoke.

The dim lighting made everything feel surreal, like I had stepped into a dream—or a nightmare.

The space was luxurious, filled with people I didn't recognize, all of them dressed in elegant clothes, sipping drinks and murmuring quietly.

No one paid attention to me.

But I wasn't looking for them.

I was looking for him.

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