Morgana, where are you

Inside a luxurious living room.

A handsome Young Man could be seen standing at the entrance, gazing away into the distance.

He has jet black hair that reaches all the way to his shoulders. A feminine, yet manly appearance, that people would claim to be out of this world.

If Drake was to see this man, he would have a second thought about thinking he's perfect.

An expensive black suit hugged his masculine frame. His pitch black orbs wear the crown of sorrow, if one were to stop letting his good looks take them away from the main picture at the moment.

After a few minutes of remaining in one single position, his nose crinkled softly and soon, he began to sniff the air.

A figure suddenly materializes out of thin air.

Same appearance as his own. Same clothes and one would believe he's looking at his reflection, if the other party wasn't in a disheveled state.

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