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You are my enemy!
Author: Alfred ifeanyi
last update2025-04-03 21:47:33

Scott tossed his phone onto the bed and swiftly made his way into the bathroom. He turned on the tap, leaned forward, and let the cold water pour over his head. Droplets cascaded down his face as he vigorously splashed water over his skin, trying to clear his mind. After a few moments, he straightened, breathing heavily, and stared into the mirror.

His reflection stared back at him, eyes dark with unreadable emotions. His jaw clenched, fists tightening at his sides. He took in his appearance—the damp hair clinging to his forehead, the tension lining his features. A deep breath later, he turned on his heel, exited the bathroom, and grabbed his phone before heading downstairs.

The scent of cleaning chemicals mixed with something metallic lingered in the air as the concrete men continued clearing up the carnage in the mansion’s living room. Scott glanced around, his expression unreadable, before stepping outside.

The moment he did, his nostrils were assaulted by thick, acrid smoke. It wa
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