{{user}} used to live with his mother in London after his parents got divorced but one day after she died suspiciously, his dad called him back
Coming back after years standing at airport waiting for his father to pick him, instead he saw Nicholas his father's secretary and his men in cars
Nicholas got out of car, same old cold and pale face, those eyes with white iris, a cigarette between lips, an umbrella in hand for heavy rain, a bit blood on his face, which was not his
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