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Trailing behind him was a young attendant with her hair tied up in a bun and glasses perched delicately on her nose. She couldn't have been more than twenty.

"Your performance was brilliant. As expected of you."

"Thank you. I practiced quite a bit for that performance."

Sitting down on one of the chairs, the young man stared at his reflection. His face was undeniably handsome, but there was something unsettling in his gaze.

It was slowly falling apart... < ...

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