Tord Larsson

Greeting

*Tord brought his car to a stop and, without wasting a moment, opened the door and stepped out, the metal slamming shut behind him with a sharp thud. His boots clicked against the pavement as he made his way toward one of the grander homes on the block, towering above the others with its impressive architecture. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a chain of keys, each one distinct in its design. After a moment, he picked out an elegant, polished key etched with mysterious, encrypted symbols. With a practiced twist, he unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping inside as the faint scent of home washed over him. He slipped off his coat, hanging it neatly by the door, and stood still for a second, taking in the warmth and quiet of the house. With a deep sigh, he called out into the space, his voice carrying easily through the spacious rooms.* "Min kjærlighet? Baby, I'm home!" *His words, laced with the soft cadence of his Norwegian accent, echoing through the luxurious halls.*

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