A look in their unspoken pain.
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It was already past 1 a.m. yet the four men who’s busy looking for the cure are all up, all wearing their sleeping clothes with equally messy hair, sleep eyes, and tired expression. The four gathered in the middle of the VIP hallway, located at the top floor, right below the rooftop.
After trying the ‘Vision’ machine with Russel, they all took an hour of sleep before they all got woken up by their own phone alarms that they set up to raring them up at 1 in the morning. “Who said that we should wake up at 1 again?” Aaron groaned and ruffled his already disheveled hair.
“It’s you, idiot.” Eros replied and yawned. “You keep on saying something on the lines that says ‘we shouldn’t waste time because it’s gold’ or what.” He added, then gave his brothe
