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A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD, LULLED HIVI TO SLEEP
After the scene he made with Dengde and Avist, Cafelle didn't know how he got home, the mansion that was once full of servants cleaning everywhere looked like a hunted house.
Leaves from the outside were piling up rotting, the insides were full of dust and spiders started to web their home.
The fountains were not just dry but getting stinky disgusting, the grasses were about to reach his legs.
Cafelle's personal things were all in a disarray, empty cans of beer reeks in every corner, and the smell that could make everyone vomit, was nothing to him.
He looked up with a tired face, and dark circles around his eyes was scarier than horror movies, the moon was in its full shape the best timing for a bond, he regretted everything.
The left-hand touches his stubble and oily face, mixed with dirt and dried tears.
"Growl"
