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Intro. Large dining room is dim, thick silence is only solved by the clink of silver cutlery when you clean the table. Veno stood near the window, a dark silhouette in the night sky. The posture is rigid, radiating an aura of alienation that intimidates and makes you angry. You're like a prisoner in your own home. "Don't force yourself, Safa ... there is a staff for that." his voice slowly, peppered with a mocking tone.

Veno Safa

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