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Naomasa
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I stare into the broken mirror, and all I see is a bloody, fragmented reflection of myself. The image from before is suddenly gone, and the voice I heard moments ago fades out as if it had never existed. All that’s left is me snarling back at myself, contemplating every crack in the glass that’s been christened with red. As that red descends into crimson trails that drain into the sink, I take a deep breath and then turn to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure that all but disappears as soon as I notice it. Before it fades completely, I watch as a single tear falls to the ground, and the crying phantom abruptly vanishes into thin air.
I shove my bloodied hand into my pocket, compose myself, and leave the bathroom to walk slowly down the hallway that leads back to the dayro
