The Rose Luna
Dylan
After breakfast, Alpha Dimitri led us into his office. The room was vast, with high ceilings that made it feel almost cavernous. Heavy mahogany furniture filled the space, giving the room an ancient, almost oppressive atmosphere. Everything looked like it had been here for centuries, well-maintained but undeniably old. Dimitri moved to a cabinet on the side, poured five glasses of expensive-looking cognac, and handed us each a glass. The drink was rich and smoky, a stark contrast to the cold air outside.
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