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The water embraced me, enveloping me in its cool embrace as I swam leisurely back and forth. "Ah, this feels refreshing," I whispered to myself, relishing the sensation of the water against my skin as I submerged into its depths. “I didn’t know you were a fan of swimming, bellezza,” a voice suddenly broke through the tranquil atmosphere. Startled, I gasped and my eyes widened as I turned to see Vincenzo standing at the edge of the pool, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me. There was something in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine, something dark and intense. “If I knew, this place would’ve been my favorite spot.”

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Suddenly, music blasted loudly from Ria’s purse. ​Ria jumped slightly, losing her balance before catching herself. Her hands trembled as she pulled out the phone. The birthday melody continued playing while the screen glowed a violent, blinding blue in the dark, completely locking up the interface. A surprised smile slowly appeared on her lips. ​“What is that?” Mira asked, startled. ​Ria hugged the phone protectively against her chest. ​“It’s Mobo,” she admitted quietly. “The AI app I downloaded a while ago. It’s wishing me happy birthday.”