As soon as Connor, the big shot, took his seat, the crowd around him scattered. Every now and then, a bold girl would try to catch his eye, but one look from him and they'd lose their nerve, slinking away. "Man, sitting here alone must be boring," Rafael said, strolling over and plopping down next to Connor. Behind him were Louie, Howell, Old Pete, and a few others.

"With Flora not around, you can drop the act. Why not have some fun?" Rafael suggested, throwing an arm over Connor's shoulder and flashing a roguish grin. His silver earring sparkled in the dim light. "We won't tell her."

"Hands off."

Connor found the idea of 'fun' incredibly shallow. He should be grateful he was just Flora's friend. Otherwise, Rafael's hand would be broken.

Rafael narrowed his eyes. A bunch of girls had tried their luck earlier, all top-tier picks, and Connor hadn't even glanced their way. It seemed he wasn't driven by base desires after all.

Old Pete gave Rafael a nudge, signaling him to act.

Rafael removed his arm from Connor's shoulder and casually picked up a drink. "How about a drink?"

For a

not gonna turn down a drink, are you?" Old Pete

you sure you want me

"Uh..."

ask

the glass and downed it in one go. He knew something was off. After years

now it was his turn. He couldn't tell what was in the drink, but it was

And then...

darkened his

swallowing the drink, Connor

the leader of Empire Base. This stuff was

room, then gathered around a computer to

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