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Unexpected Moment of Vulnerability

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Tonight, the mansion's air feels thicker. The typical icy, premeditated silence is broken by a particular stillness. I'm standing in front of my room's mirror, adjusting my shirt collar. I'm not sure why, but something about Charles' invitation makes me think twice about how I appear tonight.

A private meal. Only the two of us. I wasn't prepared for him to extend such an invitation.

I sharply exhale and run a hand through my hair. From the start, this system has been biassed. However, tonight... It feels different tonight. I have no idea why. Perhaps it's because he's been observing me. Or his self-perception—always remote, always in charge. But perhaps, just possibly, he will show me something different tonight.

I walk along the corridor, my footsteps reverberating in the deserted room. With its marble flooring shining in the gentle illumination, the mansion appears even bigger at night. It has the atmosphere of a prison, a palace, and everything in between. It's Charles' world, t
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