บท 61: SEDUCTIVE TRAP

As the sun began its ascent, casting its warm, golden rays through the windows, William, his attire a testament to his professionalism, stepped into the light, his eyes gleaming with a morning energy that seemed to match the glow of the day.

Reaching out with a steady hand, he grasped the cup of coffee he had prepared for himself, a gesture of ritual, a moment of stillness in the hustle and bustle of the day. For William, this was how he began his day, a cup of coffee, a tradition, a part of his morning as natural as the sunrise itself.

And as the fragrant steam of his coffee rose, a silent companion to his thoughts, William heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching, a gentle rhythm that echoed through the stillness of the morning.