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... at a cozy little café. The occasion? A celebration in my honor.
But truth be told, most of them just came to drink.
There were six hunters besides me — the last of us still alive after Death Icon’s bloody onslaught.
As I arrived at the café, Minho greeted me warmly at the entrance.
"Finally, you’re here. Come on, the others have been waiting."
A cigarette dangled between his fingers. As we stepped inside, he stubbed it out and tossed it into the trash.
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