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THE SAHARA DESERT,

CHAOS WALKER GUILD,

HEADQUATER,

99TH FLOOR,

31st JANUARY OF 2090,

AFTERNOON--12:40 P.M,

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As I lie in the cocoon of Noir's Villa, the day's burdens weigh heavy upon my chest, pressing down with an almost physical force. Each breath is a sigh, a release of the tension that has wound itself around my heart like thorns. The darkness of sleep beckons, promising respite from the chaos of the day, and I welcome its embrace eagerly, longing for the solace it brings.

In the depths of my mind, memories of Noir dance like shadows in the flickering light of a candle. He is the enigma that haunts my thoughts, the man whose presence consumes me utterly. His decisions, bold and unpredictable, have led us down paths fraught with danger and uncertainty, yet I follow him willingly, bound by ties that defy reason.