And then their hands found each other in a subtle yet profound connection.

“Aisha.” His murmur held a weight of realization, an unraveling truth echoing through his consciousness.

“Leon, I’m Millie.” She gently withdrew her hand, a step backwards. “Is sorrow your specter, conjuring phantoms?”

No, hallucinations did not cloud his senses.

In this ephemeral juncture, Leon’s phone resonated with an urgent melody—a call from Claudia.

“Got it.”

concluded the call by ending it.

ache formed in his chest, a whisper of

him, a memory intertwined with his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen at her throat, he aimed to coerce Marcus into

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

agony painted across his gaze,

Angela’s Library

Millie declared, a waiting taxi becoming her

departed. Once the vehicle had faded into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter. One cigarette succeeded another, a series of bitter inhalations punctuating the farcical nature

Leon’s assistant upon arrival. Noting the discarded cigarette butts strewn across the ground, the assistant became privy to the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his lung’s preordained folly. Igniting yet another cigarette, the interior of the car swiftly became veiled in a

Could Leon’s profound

boss in a state of despondency. After pondering for a while, a decision crystallized: it was time to inform Leon

incorrect lead in your pursuit. She is not Aisha. Rather, she is an imposter

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