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elf

A wound acts up the least you expect it to.

It doesn't matter if it was intentional or not, once the pain persists, you will be forced to look at it.

Miya Osamu looked at himself on his bathroom's mirror, a face he's so familiar to seeing staring right back at him.

He stretches his fingers, touching the surface of the glass with a mocking smile on his face.

"One of these days," He whispers. "I won't recognize you anymore."