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Vino smiled. It was a terrifying sight. "If you stay, I kill him. I've been wallpaper for ten years, Ari. Blending in. Fading away. Tonight, I peel off."

"That wasn't me," Vino said, his voice a low gravel. "That was a character. You are looking at the director now."

Vino turned slowly. In the dim light, his face was a mask of granite, but his eyes were a storm. He looked nothing like the romantic leads on the billboards. Here, in the wallpaper’s shadow, he was the monster they edited out of the final cut. vino g bastian wallpaper

Ari nodded frantically.

He pulled a Polaroid from his jacket. It wasn't a picture of a debt or a weapon. It was a photo of a small house with a garden. His house. The one Tjahyo was watching. Vino smiled

Jakarta, 3:00 AM.

Vino stood by the window of a cheap hotel room, the one with the peeling yellow wallpaper that smelled of clove cigarettes and regret. He traced the outline of a faded floral pattern with his fingertip. Outside, the city was a blur of neon reds and deep blues, but he lived in the grays. I've been wallpaper for ten years, Ari

He pulled out his phone. One missed call. Tjahyo.