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Wafts of smoke lifted from the glowing end of Desmond Miles' cigarette. He stared at the floating tendrils, content to watch them drift up to the starry sky above. Desmond sighed, curling forward to wrap his arms around his raised knees. He stared down at the bright city below him from the rooftops, frowning in thought. The man looked tired, worn out. His eyes had small, dark bags underneath them. Small lines appeared around his mouth, mostly from his constant frowning. He inhaled on the small cancer stick, breathing out a cloud of white smoke. He had picked up smoking ever since... He closed his eyes, looking as if he was in pain. He co