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~ NEXT DAY ~ WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 2034 ~

~ JUST BEFORE DAWN ~

~ OUTSIDE THE HOLY CHURCH OF SAINT JOHN ~

The venerable stone church, a captivating relic from the early nineteenth century, stands majestically among the towering pine trees that encircle it. Its bell tower, restored to its former glory after enduring significant damage during the devastating earthquake a few years prior, rises boldly towards the azure sky. The completely round dome, adorned with expansive wooden windows showcasing vibrant stained glass, floods the interior with a kaleidoscope of colors, casting ethereal patterns on the polished stone floors and enveloping the sacred space in an atmosphere of divine presence and serenity.

The February morning envelops the landscape in a wintry charm, where the air is crisp and carries the lingering humidity from the preceding night

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The February morning envelops the landscape in a wintry charm, where the air is crisp and carries the lingering humidity from the preceding night. As the sun ascends with a leisurely grace, its golden rays penetrate the pristine, azure sky, creating a stunning contrast against the chill that lingers in the atmosphere. Trees and buildings stand adorned with a delicate frost, each branch and ledge shimmering like a diamond-studded ornament, casting an enchanting glow that transforms the scene into a winter wonderland.

The streets, bathed in serenity, echo with the soft crunch of footsteps belonging to a few early risers who venture out into the cold, bundled tightly in plush coats and cozy scarves, seeking refuge from the biting chill. Their breath dances in the air like small clouds, hinting at the temperature's fierce grip. Yet, amid the stillness, there lies an unspoken promise of a new day, as the sun asserts its presence, gradually dispelling the night's lingering shadows, even though its rays still possess a brisk, invigorating edge.

As the crisp air fills with the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of winter looms ideal for steaming cups of cocoa and cozy blankets, our protagonists—Sebastian, Jace, Matt, and Alex—stepped out of their warm sanctuaries. They've embarked on a formidable mission: to kidnap the Cambion known in lore as Father Ambrose.

Inside the sleek black RENEGADE jeep, its polished silver rims glinting in the dim light, the four men sit in anticipation. The tinted windows shield them from prying eyes, allowing them to remain entirely focused on the grand church that looms ahead. Their gazes are locked onto the heavy wooden door, waiting with bated breath for their target.

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