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Standing on the balcony, a man was gazing at the moon, which was shining so brightly that it was almost blinding. In one hand, he was holding a cigarette, and in the other, he was holding a glass of wine.

His gaze was fixed on the moon, and his eyes were sharp as he continued to stare at it. He was challenging his light to shake his gaze.

A few light footsteps came from behind as Assistant Jett