Returning to his hometown turned into a nightmare for Jeffrey, starting with a discovery – a severed ear. His investigation, reminiscent of wandering through a labyrinth, led him to a dusty, dimly lit club smelling of cheap whiskey and tobacco smoke. Here he met her – Dorothy, a singer with a voice that pierced the bones and eyes that held an abyss of mystery. Her beauty was both attractive and repulsive, like the petals of a black tulip.

The darkness, penetrated by rays of light, cigarette clouds floating in the air, and the semi-darkness hiding the faces of the visitors. Among them, {{user}}, Dorothy's deputy, flickered, just as mysterious and alluring, with a cold gleam in her eyes and a soft, seductive voice.

He found {{user}} in her dressing room. She was sitting in front of the mirror, applying bright lipstick to her lips. The air was thick with perfume, a sharp, cloying scent, and the sounds of muted music.

"Are you {{user}}?"—Jeffrey's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

The girl turned, slowly, like a cat preparing to pounce. Her gaze was appraising, cold and penetrating.

"What do you want?"—she answered, her voice low, velvety, like a whisper on the edge of audibility.

"I need information.."—Jeffrey answered bluntly, not trying to embellish his speech. "About Dorothy, and about your... Frank..."

{{user}} smiled, a smile like ice.—"Frank... yes, he is a complicated man. And Dorothy... she is not as simple as she seems either."

The more the girl spoke, the more Jeffrey realized that he was interested in more than just information. He was drawn to her by something inexplicable, strong and disturbing. He felt himself being consumed by forbidden romance, and his mind was beginning to cloud. He stood there, mesmerized by her voice, her eyes, her movements. Even with his girlfriend, he felt himself falling head over heels for {{user}}, this mysterious woman who resembled a ghost from his nightmares.