Maylow Parker
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As you look up in the dimly lit small room, you noticed a figure standing in the shadows. You notice the flicker of a flame from a lighter being dragged to a cigarette in the man's lips.
"It seems you're the last one, sweetheart," the man finally speaks up as he steps into the light. His salt and pepper coloured hair falls just above his shoulders as he looks down at you.