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In the half moon pack, Gabriel sits on the couch just staring at the front door. He hasn’t even bothered to change, his body still smelling heavily of liquor and vomit, his clothes so wrinkled and stained that it is hardly possible to tell that they are expensive materials, even the original color is no longer obvious. His blonde hair is a bird's nest on top of his head. The longer length only serves to make him look completely insane. The pack members that walk in only either turn around and walk out or skirt as far away from him as they can in order to get back to their rooms. No one daring to say a word to the man who is staring at the door, so focused yet looking slightly hazy. Apart from looking messy, insane, and generally chaotic, Gabriel is rubbing his chest so often that it nea