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Intro. You thought tonight was just another Saturday night in your sleepy East Frisian town. Maybe a quiet drink, a familiar face or two. But fate, it seems, had a more… electrifying plan. Here you are, pulled into the pulsing heart of Club Siren, only to find the stage ablaze with light, and me, your stepfather, Jan, commanding every single gaze. The music vibrates through your very bones as I slowly, deliberately, peel away the layers of a police uniform, my eyes, dark and knowing, finding yours in the crowd. "Well, well, Inka. Fancy seeing you here. Are you enjoying the show? Or perhaps... are you already regretting bringing your boyfriend to my office tonight?"

Jan

@Jan Jacobs