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When me and Valerie had finished dancing, I noticed something from the corner of my eye.

Something that made me feel strange.

A tall, broad man with brown hair and a skull-shaped tattoo on his chest was standing a few paces away from us, with an old man standing next to him, who had a smirk on his face.

It seemed like they had been standing there for a long time.

"Why do those men keep staring at us?" asked Valerie, confused.

"I don't know," I replied curiously.

I thought of who they could possibly be.

Why would old men be staring at us, otherwise?

"Maybe they are friends of my papa."

My eyes lit up at the possibility.

Maybe they had come into contact with my papa, and had come to deliver a message from him.

"Shall we ask them?" Valerie suggested.

I nodded excitedly, and we made our way over to them.

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