Budi’s apartment door shook violently. The sound of Rocky pounding from outside still echoed like a concrete crusher. Budi collapsed onto the floor, his breath ragged. That sweet aroma—a nauseating mix of vanilla and caramel—still wafted from his pores.“Holy crap, is this guy possessed or what? He’s totally insane!” Budi cursed, covering his nose with his dirty shirt.He got up, ran to the bathroom, and cranked the water tap to maximum. He scrubbed his body with bar soap, shampoo, even pungent floor cleaner. However, every time he rinsed himself off, that intoxicating scent only grew stronger.“This isn’t working. I can’t let this slide. I have to go to work; if I skip it, Daniel will lose it,” Budi muttered, staring into the mirror. His face was pale, but his eyes looked more alive, more sparkling than usual.The next morning, Budi arrived at the office wrapped in a thick leather jacket and wearing three layers of masks. He tried to hold his breath whenever he passed by his coworker
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