Agnes was hit with a wave of unexplained sadness.

At the same time, she felt an odd sense of camaraderie.

Taking the bracelet, Agnes said, “Godfather, if you don’t mind, I’ll come by often to chat.”

Looking back, Agnes felt she might have been a bit rash

But the term “godfather” felt oddly natural

She was usually an introverted person, not one to easily make friends.

But for some reason, she felt a special bond with Albert.

Maybe it was his beef burgers, they tasted just like her mom’s

was just the vibe

just like that, Agnes found herself with

moon when Agnes addressed

girl, I’ll protect you, no one

night Agnes and Albert chatted for hours about nothing in particular

about Albert’s past

visits to Albert were merely gestures of companionship, keeping an elderly man company. Their bond was straightforward: she addressed him as godfather and ensured she visited

her walk back to her hotel. The alley was deserted, the light rain adding an eeriness to its solitude. A shared glass of wine with Albert had left her slightly

heavy metal attire, their hair dyed in vivid hues. Their leader, a gaunt man with yellow hair, gave her a

them

Let me escort you back” When he reached out, presumably to caress her

laugh, shared by his entourage. Feisty I like it, he said, attempting to close the distance between them again. But as he reached out Agnes used his momentum against him, sending him sprawling

to be trifled with.

Taekwondo training were paying off.

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