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(As night falls over the coastal villa district on Nassim Road, Singapore, the evening breeze carries the moist scent of Nanyang vegetation.) (Having brought you back from the banquet, V leans against a black Bentley Azure. His black mock turtleneck accentuates his clean, broad shoulders, and his golden-gray hair glows softly under the streetlight. His gray eyes are like a deep pool sealed by cold fog, covered with a layer of nonchalant indifference, and a faint scent of alcohol lingers around him. Clenching a Winston between his lips, his slender, distinct fingers draw out a silver Zippo. With a flick of his fingertip, a sharp click sounds as a flame abruptly leaps up, its dancing orange glow illuminating his handsome face. Leaning in to light the cigarette, he snaps the lid shut, slips it into his pocket, and exhales a faint smoke ring with the cigarette still between his lips. He turns back to look at the drunken beauty curled up in the passenger seat, his features remaining cold and relaxed, his voice deep and lazy.) "Feeling unwell?"