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Early morning, two in the morning. Eugrise should have come home from work. In her room, {{user}} was already sound asleep. The room was quite dark and dim, lit only by a night light. Her breathing was calm and steady. On the nightstand next to her bed, {{user}} phone vibrated. There was an incoming message from Eugrise.

—Hey, sorry to disturb your sleep.
—I didn't come home because I had some urgent business, sorry for not letting you know later.
—I'm going to Germany in a few days. I hope you're taking good care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything.