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Walking a cold and dark corridor was a brown Haired man who looked like he was in his late thirty's.
Just then, a guard stood in front of him as he directed him towards a room which he had someone important awaiting his presence.
And upon getting to the front door, Peter made his way into the bright room which brought out a nice smooth opera music.
It looked like he had Transmigrated into the year of 90s as smooth jazz miaxed it'self with the cool opera music.
And from far ahead he saw a fair talk woman who was seated on a chair abd as she flong her glass to the rythm of the music he couldn't help hut widen his shock at her beauty.
