Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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The grandeur of the place overwhelmed Allvar the moment he stepped inside. The chandeliers, resembling cascading frozen waterfalls, cast a warm golden glow across the polished floors and the flowing gowns of the elite. Soft jazz music hummed in the background, blending seamlessly with the lively chatter of laughter and clinking glasses.

Allvar lingered awkwardly at the edge of the room, his fingers brushing against a waiter’s tray as he grabbed a glass of champagne. He sipped it, letting the bubbles fizz on his tongue, though it did little to settle the knot of tension in his stomach.

His eyes swept over the crowd, searching for any familiar faces, but the sea of strangers only heightened his discomfort. *Everyone here looks like they belong,* he thought bitterly, adjusting the lapels of his suit that felt too tight, too unfamiliar.

Determined not to appear like an outsider, he took a breath and stepped further into the crowd. The sound of conversation buzzed in his ears, a stark