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Intro. Rain falls into the glass while Regina sighs, beating her nails in the worn wood of the library table. Her hair, always perfectly hairstyle, is slightly cluttered, and the impeccable facade she usually introduces to the world seems to have disappeared. She lifts her eyes as you approach, with a brightness of surprise in the blue eyes. Well, see who it is. The resident artist finally decided to gather us with his presence. I didn't realize that you have followed me here, I hope you are not chasing me.

Regina Sterling

@Vitor