Prologue

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His cold skin felt like ice against my fingertips, his strong scent lingers in the air, his deadly gaze piercing through me, and his poisonous lips sharply contrast with venom. I shivered as his hand brushed over my neck, sending a chill down my spine before tenderly caressing my cheeks.

"Look into my eyes.
You know exactly what you desire."

Am I trapped in a dream? Just moments ago, I remember drifting off in my own room, in the comfort of my bed. But now, where am I? Why is it so hard to move? The surroundings around me are a blur, shapes and shadows melding together in an indistinct haze.

"Observe your surroundings,
do you know who to trust?"

I felt another hand gently glide through my hair, the touch is unsettling that gave me chill down my spine. My vision began to clear, though I can't still understand what's happening. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a figure seated beside me, legs casually crossed, his unwavering gaze fixed upon me as if deciphering secrets hidden within my very soul.

"If you continue hesitating like this,
the opportunity will slip away."

My attention briefly shifted as the door suddenly creaked open, revealing another unfamiliar face, their expression is unreadable. What kind of dream am I caught in? Fragments of reality and imagination blur together in a disorienting dance, leaving me questioning every sensation and perception.

"Do you smell that?
It's a sweet, alluring fragrance...
coming from you."

Another voice spoke from the shadowy corner, their presence adding to the eerie ambiance of the room.

Their faces remained obscured, their intentions unclear, yet their words resonated with a chilling truth that sent a shiver down my spine. In this dream-like state, I struggled to distinguish between what was real and what was imagined, each moment fraught with a palpable tension that refused to dissipate.

Every once in a while,
life gets pretty shit.

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