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Matt put his phone in his pocket as he drove to Damian’s street. He could hear Oliver and Ani arguing in Korean, but he said nothing. Arriving in Damian’s street, instead of going to Damian's door, he went to 1298. He knocked, and the group behind him eyed him warily. They expected Max to open the door. It wasn’t Max, but Aso. “Matt? Hey?” Aso said, frowning. “Why are you all here?” Matt sighed. “Not now, Aso. Where’s Max?” “I’m in here!” his voice was muffled. Matt moved past Aso, and the group went into the living room. Lyric, Max and Claire were on the couch. Roland was on the floor between Lyric’s legs, leaning on the man’s chest, his eyes glued to the TV. “Put down my bells, you d**k!” Roland snapped, glaring at Creed. “Don’t be stingy, Roland,” Creed whined. “Put them down,