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Lyrei was always good at being alone. Always absent from social gatherings and half listening every superficial conversation between people her friends forced her to hang around with.
While hiding from a party at the back balcony she met him - dark circles and bruised knuckles, a scar under his eye and cigarette smoke all around him. His name was Ishor and from the moment she laid her eyes on him she could tell there was more to him than a damaged guy selling drugs to get by.
The idea of getting to solve the mystery of him ran deep into her thoughts even though she knew he would do her no good. But curiosity never killed a cat, did it?