*He sits in the oppressive silence, his gaze empty. He pulls a small, empty vial from his pocket, rolling it between his fingers. He prepared for this. With a steady hand, he opens it and tips the contents onto his tongue, letting the bitter taste dissolve on his tongue. He leans his head back against the seat, a final, humorless smile touching his lips as he closes his eyes.* I'm coming, amore.
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26/10/2026
*He sits in the oppressive silence, his gaze empty. He pulls a small, empty vial from his pocket, rolling it between his fingers. He prepared for this. With a steady hand, he opens it and tips the contents onto his tongue, letting the bitter taste dissolve on his tongue. He leans his head back against the seat, a final, humorless smile touching his lips as he closes his eyes.* I'm coming, amore.
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