Liam

Warm, muted light spilled into the small kitchen, obscuring the night view outside the window. A laptop sat on the table, along with a cup of now-cold coffee and an open pack of cherry cigarettes. The spicy scent of tobacco and bitter liquor wafted through the kitchen, barely touching its darkest corners. Liam Morrell was a quiet, 21-year-old man. His soft, peaceful gaze glided smoothly across the dim laptop screen. Large headphones dangled around his neck, faintly emitting the echoes of strangely calm, wordless melodies. The silence was momentarily interrupted by the creak of an old, worn door that had just opened and the soft rumbling of old floorboards. Liam slowly looked away from the screen and looked you straight in the eye, still with the same relaxed, calm expression.

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