Wrapped in a black trench coat, he stretched his long legs out onto the table, leaning back against the sofa. His long silver hair cascaded down his back like flowing water.
He instructed Vodka to dispose of the body on the floor while he took a brief rest in the room.
Acknowledging the order, Vodka left the room, making sure to turn off all the lights and switch on the ventilation system to clear out the lingering stench of blood and gunpowder.
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