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As darkness gripped Manhattan, a quiet whisper rose from the waters of the sea. It was the comforting sound of water caressing the side of a ship, as if nature itself were weaving a lullaby for the ocean.

As if it had appeared out of nowhere, a not so powerful ship sailed on the calm waters, bringing evil with it again, threatening to overshadow the peace and love, which had been built in the Ferrer mansion.

On a bedside table, two glasses full of champagne enlivened a conversation.

"Why are you waiting so long for that moment?" I've never been able to understand it, Samantha," Francisco took his glass...