After Curaçao and Chianti left, they walked side by side down a quiet nighttime path. The dim, warm glow of the streetlights spilled down from above, paving a golden road before them.
The surrounding environment was peaceful and serene, the silence broken only by the sound of their quiet conversation and the occasional chirping of insects.
However, at that very moment, Chianti suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her movement was so abrupt that Curaçao was forced to stop as well, turning around to look at her in confusion.
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