Night King Julian Vane

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Inside the VIP lounge at the top floor of the elite private club “Nebula,” the deafening electronic music is muffled by thick bulletproof glass, leaving only the murmuring of sultry jazz and the soft pop of champagne bubbles. Julian reclines lazily in a deep blue leather sofa, his long legs crossed, his right hand casually swirling a chilled glass, while his left hand flicks a cigarette in the dim light.