#dohyon x reader

[eunsangst]

[ 5:27 ]

"why are you staring?" you ask, your eyes not even leaving your notes as you continue reading in the library.

your best friend!dohyon immediately averts his eyes from you. "no i wasn't," he says, feeling the heat rise up to his cheeks.

you laugh, putting your notebook down on the table in front of you. "dohyon, i could basically feel your stare piercing right through me."

he starts to give out that cute smile you've always loved about him, and he buries his face in his hands. "i don't know what you're talking about," he mumbles.

you remove his hands from his face as you lean closer to him. "i like you, dohyon."

this sends him into total confusion as he pulls his head back a little and stares at you wide-eyed.

"y-you do?" he smiles. "i—mean me too, y/n... i really like you too."

[x1protector]

imperial crossroads: prologue 2

p a i r i n g: none for prologues; will be x1 x gender neutral reader

g e n r e: fluff; a little dark; choose your own adventure; otome themed au

w a r n i n g s: mentions of slight violence; weapons

w o r d  c o u n t: 3.7k

s u m m a r y: You are a seamstress who took a job in the palace as your mother’s successor. As you try your best to navigate through your new life at the palace, who will you choose accompany you?

Author’s note: historical setting close to the Joseon dynasty but there’s no (current) set name for the kingdom; this is only the prologue !! each boy has their own storyline!! this one is written by the whole admin team! 

There will be two prologues with two different protagonists! If you haven’t read hyung-line prologue (Seungwoo, Seungyoun, Wooseok, Yohan, Hangyul), click below.

hyung prologue || maknae prologue

This wasn’t your first time in the palace. Your mother had long been an accomplished seamstress for the royal family. Sometimes when you weren’t able to stay home, you stayed in the servants' quarters with the children of the other palace workers, playing house and taking naps with them.

But it was your first time working there. As you grew up, you saw your friends take up apprenticeships and slowly replace retiring workers, but unlike them, you weren’t trained in the palace. At home, your mother taught you everything you knew about sewing: how to take accurate measurements, properly tie a knot after stitching, practical stitching patterns and prints--everything she knew, every tip or secret she had, she passed on to you so when the time came for her to retire, you could take over her role.

Of course, she didn’t mean for you to work in the palace, and when you first brought up the idea to her, she was appalled.

Your mother was reluctant because, even though your position is a mere seamstress among many, she didn’t want you to get caught up in any political tensions in the palace. She knew about the King and Queen’s alliance with a fallen neighboring kingdom, and she often overheard gossip from the other seamstresses and tailors about the King’s frequent, unusual absences from the castle. The palace wasn’t exactly a peaceful place and she didn’t want you to fall into the wrong hands and become a pawn in anyone’s schemes.

She tried her best to keep you from it all--it wasn’t safe for a child like you. She was worried you would end up catching a noble’s eyes and becoming their concubine at a young age.

You heard the rumors, of course, but as a child you didn’t think much of it. You even found amusement in the rumors about the King’s secret life in the underworld.

Your mother only warmed up to the idea of you becoming a palace seamstress when she saw just how much you were capable of one day. You were visiting your mother and wanting to help as much as possible so you started sewing with her. By the end of the day, you had produced three shirts, a hat, a pair of pants, and had begun mending a hanbok. Not only was that two--almost three--people’s workload in a day, your stitching patterns were neat and consistent, your skills were honed from years of practice and presented a lot of talent. Even the head tailoress acknowledged your skills and extended an invitation for you to work for her. This and only this was the reason your mother had finally agreed.

Now, after a few more years of training with your mother at home, you were finally headed to the palace.

���The head tailoress never gives deadlines,” she explained, choosing to give you tons of advice instead of a tearful sendoff. “It’s a test, so make sure you’re taking care of business. Also, don’t engage with the others too much, especially if you’re talking about the royal family. And don’t roam the halls after dark!”

“Don’t worry!” you comforted her. “I’ll be careful. I have friends there, remember?”

And you couldn’t wait to see them again. Growing up, you were close friends with Dohyon and Minhee. Minhee was the older of the two, although Dohyon’s intellect would lead you to believe he was the elder. They were both very outgoing, and they had been the ones to approach you first. You didn’t spend a lot of time in the palace proper, but thanks to your friends, you knew there would be a certain sense of familiarity that will put your mind at ease.

You almost didn’t recognize one of them when you were greeted you at the entrance. You barely recalled his voice as he called your name.

“Yes?” you turned towards the voice. A charming young man stood in front of you, with a shock of bleached blond hair atop his head and a goofy grin spread across his face. His hands were already taking your bags from you, helping you carry your belongings to your room.

“M-Minhee?” You couldn’t believe how much had changed in the years you’d been gone.

“You haven’t changed at all.” Minhee spoke with excitement in his voice, “do you even remember me?”

“You look so different! Wow, I like… the hair?” You gestured to his head.

“Oh, this?” He took a strand and held it up to the sun, peering through it. “It was an accident. But thank you.”

Minhee grabbed a few of your bags and lifted them up, gesturing with his head in the direction you were going to go. As you trailed behind him you couldn’t help but marvel at how different he looked compared to his younger self. He had grown much taller, his smile growing brighter and his face becoming slimmer over the years. His eyes still twinkled the way you remembered, like he knew secrets no one else did.

Minhee seemed to know his way around and was greeted by almost everyone you come across, even Prince Seungyoun and his personal attendant Hangyul seemed like they were his friends. In the midst of delivering mail and showing you around, Minhee had to stop by the main hall to pick up a friend by the name of Eunsang after his rehearsal.

Eunsang was a black haired boy, with a soft and timid smile. He avoided looking in your eyes, opting to look at Minhee instead. He had a cute face, with rosy cheeks and wide, expressive eyes. He was dressed very nicely, with his hair falling sweetly across his forehead.

He handed you and Minhee two perfectly ripe apples he had taken from the kitchens earlier that morning. You thanked him and a gentle smile spread across his features. He walked with the two of you for a minute, conversing quietly with Minhee before splitting off to head to his quarters while Minhee continued to guide you to yours. Eunsang gave you a little wave before heading in and you thought you’d like to be friends with him if there was a chance.

Your quarter was the same place you stayed when you were little and you still remember all the things you hid in the room. As you set down your belongings, you spotted the small embroidery kit you had hidden away as a kid. Gazing at the small box, you smiled softly at all the memories and feelings the item evoked. After a moment of settling in, you carefully placed the kit back on top of your bags before returning back to where Minhee had waited in the hallway.

Somewhere along the way, Minhee had declared himself your “official” palace tour guide, dragging you around to all the “best places in the palace.”

The first stop? The Princes’ healer quarters, where two boys sat cross-legged on the floor, one patching up some cut wounds on the other's back. The first one whined at the poultice being applied to his back, the other snapping back about how he should be more careful in the future if he wanted to avoid this.

The healer boy had soft, curly hair, with a round face accompanied by puffy cheeks and wide, bright eyes. Even as he was berating the other boy, he had a kind voice. His professionalism contrasted heavily with his innocent appearance.

The first boy whined again, squirming away from the other’s touch, “Hyeongjun-ie…. Can’t you at least warm it up before you apply it? It’s so cold,”

“Stay still, Dongpyo,” Hyeongjun chided, “you know it doesn’t work that way. Now stop moving so I can finish faster.”

Dongpyo was even smaller than Hyeongjun, with matching puffy cheeks and wide eyes. He wore a set of dark robes, completed with many small vials attached to a belt and what appeared to be many pockets. When he finally noticed you and Minhee, he sent you a dazzling grin, pushing his cheeks up towards his eyes and making his face even more child-like. He greeted the two of you cheerfully, and Hyeongjun leaned to the side to greet you as well.

Minhee didn’t have time to introduce the two boys, but from the look of it, Hyeongjun seemed to be a healer in training of the Princes’ quarter, and Dongpyo seemed like a harmless servant boy with an unfortunate injury. You thought they were very friendly and quite capable for their age.

Next, Minhee takes you around the library, where two more young boys were waiting. One sat at a table, methodically and carefully copying something onto a scroll. The other was leaned against a bookshelf, nose buried in a tome. He looked up and rose to his feet, waving enthusiastically to you.

He easily towered over you, with a mop of white hair to rival Minhee’s. He had a bright and mischievous smile, with a boy-next-door aura to match. He seemed bright and energetic.

He walked with a skip in his step to grab you in a bone crushing hug as you wracked your memory to try and recall this boy, but couldn’t place a face to a name until Minhee spoke up.

“You know you’re not allowed in the palace Dohyon, why are you here?”

Dohyon? The chubby cheeked boy smiled with all of his teeth, the same youthful, bright smile you remembered.

“Dohyon?! Nam Dohyon?! You’re… huge!” You exclaimed, for lack of a better word.

The boy laughed, his eyes squinted into little crescents. Your childhood friend tackled you into another hug, his signature high-pitched squeak pierced your ears.

“Dohyon, please. This is a library.”

The boy who sat on the table spoke up. His voice was stern but gentle. The brush on his hand carefully placed onto its carrier as he packed up his books and scrolls. The boy stood to about Minhee’s height, a slight scowl on his rather handsome face.

“Sorry, Junho-hyung. I was just excited.” Dohyon whispered in response.

Junho sighed. You thought he gave off a very mature aura, but the youthfulness of his face betrayed this image. He seemed like he could easily be the same age as the rest, but something about him made him seem far older than he actually was.

“Your hair is still white, I see.” Junho snickered, instantly turning younger in your eyes the more he smiled.

Minhee introduced Junho as the second historian of the palace, second only to the king’s scribe. You thought it was impressive for someone his age, and he sure looked the part of someone with considerable amount of authority.

“By the way,” Minhee started, a mischievous tone in his voice, “how’s your... side project?”

The scrolls slid from Junho’s hands, and Minhee laughed as Junho scrambled to pick them up. “Attendant Minhee, do you not have other work to attend to? Shall I give you some? Here, take this document to the Crown Prince.”

Junho shoved the pile of scrolls onto Minhee so aggressively you wondered what this “side project” entailed--even Dohyon was giggling at this point.

After this, Minhee left for his work and let you to roam around the palace, and you busied yourself with packing and helping out with various tasks in the seamstress quarter.

At the end of the night as you head to your quarter, you felt as if someone was watching you. It was curiosity that got you out of your quarter to look around, and within seconds, you spotted a silhouette on the roof.

You thought it was rather strange, because they seemed to be… waving to you? The figure gave you a peace sign, then disappeared as fast as he appeared. In a flash, the figure landed in front of you, tilting his head as if to get you to follow him.

You recognized him as Dongpyo, one of the boys you had seen in the healer’s quarters earlier. He didn’t speak, but from the bounce in his step as he led you toward your destination, you could tell he was in a good mood.

It didn’t take long to arrive at the healer’s quarters, the scene livelier than you previously recalled. Junho and Hyeongjun were playing cat’s cradle, and Dohyon was chatting animatedly next to them.

You saw Dongpyo running to the pair, whining that Hyeongjun was playing with someone else, and Hyeongjun in turn scolding him for being so late to the party.

Junho nodded towards your direction as you crossed the bridge to enter the small pavilion, flanked by a beautiful stream. You could hear the sweet sound of the water echoing quietly through the walls of the pavilion, like twinkling silver bells. The lights above were just enough for you to see everyone’s face, aided by fireflies occasionally flickering across their features.

As they spotted you, the boys smiled and waved. Hyeongjun and Dongpyo assumed you hadn’t received a proper introduction so they introduced themselves.

“How was your first day?” Dohyon greeted you cheerfully as you sat down besides Hyeongjun.

“Nervous, busy, exciting?” you answered honestly.

You heard the other boys let out a loud cheer as they spot Minhee and Eunsang crossing the bridge, holding what appeared to be food containers wrapped in silk cloth. Eunsang also appeared to be carrying a gayageum and a small mask in one hand.

Hyeongjun greeted the pair, rushing over to them to help carry the food over. As he ran back, you heard Junho speak up.

“How was the audition? Were the performers any good?” Junho seemed genuinely interested.

Minhee responded first, “The performers were exceptional, and one even caught the attention of the Queen. Looks like they’re going to be a new court dancer.”

Junho nodded, turning his attention to Eunsang as if waiting for the black-haired boy to add to the story.

He didn’t, focusing instead on setting up his gayageum on the floor next to Junho.

Dohyon chimed in before Junho had the chance to pry any further, “Speaking of new additions, our new seamstress was just telling us about their first day!”

You blushed at the sudden attention, waving your hands in front of your face, “Ah, there’s not really much to talk about, I’ve just gotten my first orders.”

“Seamstress’s orders? Designing new hats for the mailboys?” Minhee joked, clearly knowing more than he let on.

“Something like that.” You gave him a pointed look, but decided he probably knew of your work since he was in fact the main attendant across all quarters.

In front of you were a tray of small dumplings, with numerous side dishes laid out neatly against the wooden floor. Dongpyo, Hyeongjun, and Minhee had already started eating.

“Why are we out here anyway? I thought there was food in the great hall.” you asked.

“You missed my summoning spell earlier,” Dohyon exclaimed. “I made the fireflies come!” His voice going up in pitches before popping a dumpling in his mouth.

“How did you know these fireflies didn’t just fly here themselves?” Minhee teased.

Junho sighed, gently guiding one away from his face as he picked up a dumpling and placed it in his mouth.

“We‘ve never had fireflies in this part of the castle. I think it’s impressive,” Eunsang interjected, giving Dohyon a thumbs up as he chowed down his dumpling.

“They’d better not eat my herbs, for your sake,” Hyeongjun said, his voice stern, but his face betrayed his tone, melting into a warm smile as he reached up to ruffle the younger boy’s hair. Dohyon pouted, lips poking out more as he chewed, trying to push Hyeongjun’s hand away.

“I know we’re not just out here for fireflies,” you joked, half-serious.

“You’re right, it’s because I’m not allowed in the great hall anymore,” Dohyon replied, grabbing another dumpling.

Before you could ask why, Dongpyo looked at you and shook his head, deadpan, “He summoned a huge lizard at lunch last month and was banned for life.”

“Ah,” you nodded in understanding.

“But it was so funny,” Dongpyo added, giggling as he picked up another dumpling.

Seeing as Dohyon continued to sulk, you felt a little bad for bringing up the question so you decided to change the topic. “By the way, what were you talking about earlier? You seemed excited.”

“Oh, yeah!” Dohyon finished his dumpling before perking up again, his eyes a little wider than usual. “So as I was telling everyone, Seungyoun-hyung and I were up in a half-dead tree in the middle of a storm on our excursion last month. It was a dare from Hangyul-hyung, so we climbed the tallest tree to see who would reach the top first, but a storm broke out. Seungyoun-hyung and I were so scared, we were hugging the branch and praying we don’t get struck by lightning or the King and Queen would kill us both. He even promised to visit the temple more often if we get out safely. Then Hangyul-hyung on the ground was telling us that we have less to worry about because if we get struck by lightning, we’ll be dead anyway. Oh man, you should have seen the look on Seungyoun-hyung’s face! Hangyul-hyung still laughs at him to this day."

“So how did you guys get down in the end?” Dongpyo asked, leaning forward to cup his chin on his hands, smiling sweetly at the younger boy.

“The wind knocked us down,” Dohyon explained. “The wind was strong, the tree was frail, we were giants--it fell over.”

“Thankfully you came back in one piece,” Minhee sighed. Even Junho had stopped eating to gape at Dohyon’s reckless story.

Dohyon simply smiled as he held up his hand and showed everyone the long gash across his palm. “This came from the tree,” he added, punctuating his sentence with another dumpling.

“That’s it?” Dongpyo asked, shocked. “I’ve fallen off low rooftops and got more banged up than that.”

You also wondered how he only had that one scar. You’ve had more scratched up hands and knees from chasing Minhee and Dohyon around the palace when you were younger.

“When he came to me, I almost cried because there was so much blood on his arm,” Hyeongjun pouted and knitted his eyebrows together. You could hear the lilt of his accent poking through as he recalled the memory. “It took me so long to patch him up--he gave me such a fright.”

“I had to soften the landing somehow.” Dohyon whined. “Seungyoun-hyung was so athletic he landed on his feet just fine, but I only run, occasionally, to get away from Minhee-hyung, so I had to do it.”

“Oooh,” Minhee chimed in, “did you use magic outside the palace again?”

“Are you trying to get caught?” Junho pressed, a terse undercurrent in his voice that everyone could hear.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Dongpyo replied defensively. “He just-”

Dongpyo’s head snapped toward the stream before he could finish his sentence. Everyone followed his gaze even though nobody else had heard anything.

“On second thought, be careful,” Dongpyo warned. “That sounded a lot like a guard.”

“How did you hear--,” you started, eyebrows knitting together.

“Eunsang, what are you doing?” Hyeongjun teased, giggling and pointing at Eunsang from across the pavillion.

You looked over at the boy who had his hands positioned on either side of his legs. One hand’s fingers was mostly outstretched while the other looked poised to flick something.

“I started a new song today,” he said quietly, dropping his hands to the floor.

“By all means, keep practicing,” you encouraged him. “If I could practice like that, I would.”

He smiled shyly, reaching over and grabbing his instrument. He started to finger at the strings and a soft melody began floating through the air.

“So what exactly are you doing in the palace, anyway?” Dongpyo asked, turning his attention towards you.

“Well, my mother is the head seamstress,” you started. “Since she’s retiring soon and had to find a replacement, she sent me.”

“Mmmm…” Dongpyo hummed.

You weren’t sure if he was acknowledging your response or encouraging you to continue, so you continued.

“The head seamstress seems to want me to prove my worth, so they sent me a list of tasks to complete. I have a bunch of clothes that need mending, I hardly know where to start!”

“Ooh, mine first, please!” Dongpyo exclaimed, his sudden change in volume startled you a little. “All my clothes have some kind of holes in them. Especially the pockets.”

You could have sworn he winked at you before you heard someone else speak. What exactly was Dongpyo’s job that would cause his pockets to tear?

“The attendant hats are so uncomfortable, mine gives me a headache,” Minhee piped up. “Actually, do you mind adding buttpads to the scribes’ uniforms?”

Both you and Junho give him a confused look.

“For what? My uniform is quite fine the way it is,” Junho quipped.

“I don’t know,” Minhee said. “You seem pretty butthurt sitting on that chair all day.”

Junho groaned, shaking his head as he held the bridge of his nose. Everyone looked on with snickering smiles on their faces, trying hard not to laugh in case Junho got mad.

“You have to admit you almost laughed,” Dohyon patted his friend’s shoulder, not minding the fact that Junho was staring daggers at him.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind,” you laughed.

The group of you talked and ate for another hour or so before deciding it was time to pack up for the night. Junho had left first, saying something about needing to finish the rest of his work, with Dohyon leaving shortly after him. The rest filtered out naturally, and you were left to wander back to your quarters with Eunsang, as Minhee had been summoned with Dongpyo to meet with the Crown Prince.

Eunsang and you made light conversation as you walked, your mind still swirling from the events of the evening.

You bid goodnight to Eunsang, still thinking about what you should do the upcoming morning. You needed to get started on your work, but you didn’t want to be working by yourself if you could be working with one of the boys.

Which boy did you want to work with in the morning?

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c h o i c e s: Junho, Dongpyo, Minhee, Eunsang, Hyeongjun, Dohyon

Read hyung prologue.

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[ddaehyeon]

— love should be mundane: bae173's love gestures

not requested! ✧ ot9; bae173 masterlist (to be updated!)

♡ jeon minwook

a soft touch of your hair as he quietly runs his fingers through your hair

♡ lee hangyul

a questionable joke uttered in an attempt to brighten up your day

♡ jung gun

a morning stroll in the neighborhood, the two of you going to the nearest cafe to grab some coffee

♡ kim hyunwoo

a tight hug in the morning, not wanting to let go of you even when it's getting late

♡ park junseo

a morning text message, reminding you to eat your breakfast and take care

♡ ryu youngseo

a playlist which contains songs he thought you'd like, one of the songs is a recorded song cover from him

♡ na gyumin

a sticky note stuck on your favorite drink which is something he usually leaves by your study table

♡ noh minjae

a messy love letter with obvious erasures as he was unsure what are the right words to use

♡ nam dohyon

a snack shared to you regardless of how it is his favorite

[lublycho]

After watching X1 break records, charting high on streaming sites and killing the performances in the showcon, I can only form one consensus:

[dear-seungwoo]

bringing back this video of Dohyon being a cutie

[julietgang]

X1 Requests ~

I am in the mood for this because... I miss them :'(

I want to see my Seungwoonie pretty face tooo muuuch, ma little hartu hurt ♡

So PLEASE do your X1 REQUEST!

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Every request in 2 parts please, like HYUNG LINE & MAKNAE LINE, I mean lol they are 11 so it wouldn't fit in 1 single post!

[hakuyeo]

STATEMENT: imperceptible!

"you wouldn't mind, would you? after all," you turn to jungwon, presenting a sly smirk that tugged on the side of your lips. "you are the student council president." and that was when you had declared war against jungwon, except, it was a war of love!

everyone knows how much chemistry you and jungwon have, though what happens if the other student council members start to get suspicious of their sudden passive-aggressiveness? will they pry or will they just watch the chaos unfold?

『pairing: yang jungwon x reader!!』

featuring: enhypen jungwon, ive wonyoung, stayc j, drippin alex, bae173 dohyon, kep1er bahiyyih + more characters in the future? 👀

➠ warnings: possible cursing ;; painfully unfunny humor🤕🤕

➠ genre: smau, high school au, mostly crack lolol, fluff

➠ status: very slow updates!

➠ taglist: open !! send an ask !!💗

notes: this is inspired by "kaguya-sama: love is war" and "let my love run wild" by @ddeonuism!! :D

profiles! ↓

➥ the victims of love💔

➥ & friends😍🙏

chapters! ↓

one; war! [written]

two; cupcakes?

three; fight the feeling

four; watching over freirends🥺

five; signs of struggle

six;

seven;

eight;

... 🍰

[thirsty-x1]

Ice Cream Lick | Han Seungwoo

Request:

Hey! I really love all your fics♡ so... I notice your request are open! Can i request one? :") its smut with Seungwoo. Can it be like he got triggered bcs the girl is eating an ice cream? Lol thankyou in advance!

↬ Pairing: Seungwoo x gn!reader.

↬ Genre: Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, semi-exhibition, oral sex, slight face fucking, cum swallowing.

↬ Word Count: 1.5k

It was nice to see them all like this, although it meant you had to work quite a lot. Their hair was a mess, some making it obvious that had barely gotten any sleep by the bags under their eyes, others nervously sweating at the idea of going out into the stage, but they were all natural and that had a certain charm in your mind. Or maybe that was just the stylist part in you speaking.

There was still an hour left and given how tired they seemed, the staff had agreed on giving them a little break and getting some ice cream so that they could fight the heat a little. Their smiles were priceless as each got their own, choosing whatever flavor suited them the most, except for Dohyon that got close to you and offered to give you his ice cream.

“I’m on a diet, so I can’t really eat it.” His words slightly hurt you, trying to decline his offer with your hands.

“You can eat this, sweetie, it won’t make that big of a difference and it’s a nice treat.”

Seungyoun laughed at your reply. “He would eat it if there weren’t two cups of ramen resting on his stomach right now.” Dohyon eyes got big, like a deer in highlights.

“It wasn’t two cups!”

“Right.” Hangyul agreed, careful to not drop his cone. “It was three.”

Everyone was laughing except for the victim that was blushing profusely, pushing the ice cream into your hands as he prepared to get scolded by his manager. With the whole sitcom happening, it was half way into becoming a melted pool of sweetness, so you just started licking it hurriedly, including the bits that were sliding down your fingers.

As you kept eating the ice cream, you went back to paying attention to the boys: Eunsang sharing a bite of his with Dohyon and Dongpyo reprimanding him for it, Junho smearing some into Minhee’s face, Wooseok elegantly holding the tiny spoon to eat it while Yohan made fun of him and Seungyoun, Hyeongjun and Hangyul starting a competition to see which one of them could finish it first without getting a brain freeze.

All of them were laughing and enjoying themselves, all of them except for Seungwoo, his stare completely fixed on you, although it looked like he was a bit lost. He tended to do so, you had come to realize that whenever he started thinking, his eyebrows would raise slightly and wouldn’t blink for a minute until someone called him out for it, which lead to some awkward situations. However, it didn’t seem to be like that this time, since his eyes followed each one of your movements, sucking on his bottom lip as he ate another bit of his own ice cream, cheeks tinting red as he finally made eye contact with you.

You got distracted as one of the members of the staff called you to specify which make up was going to be done today, confirming the final details. There was only a bit more than half an hour left until they had to get out so all of them started to get ready, but when you looked out for your client of the day… he wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Yohan, have you seen Seungwoo? I still need to do his hair and finish his make up.”

“Uh, I think I saw him getting into the changing room? Something wrong with his clothes.”

After thanking him you walked there, knocking on the door a few times but without getting any reply, so you knocked again, this time asking.

“Seungwoo? It’s me, is everything alright?”

“Ah, yes! Nothing to worry about, the clothes are just… a bit tight…”

You furrowed your brows. “We checked the sizes before though, did you grab Seungyoun’s by mistake or something?”

“I d-don’t really think so… I’ll be out in a minute! Just–” Through his rambling you finished your ice cream quickly to free your hands.

“Seungwoo, there is only thirty minutes until the performance starts so just let me in and I’ll fix it in ten minutes tops, yes? This is my job.”

He seemed to doubt a bit before letting you in, hurrying to close the door the second you got in and pressed his forehead to the wall. You waited a few minutes before growing frustrated, asking him where it felt tight but he simply dismissed you with a wave of his hand until you turned him around, checking on his jacket and shirt before your eyes fell to the bulge in his pants.

“I-I’m sorry, I really tried to make it go but I couldn’t so I came here to, well, do something about it, I can’t go out like this…” You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to think fast. “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s normal, it happens all the time.”

His played with his fingers, looking to the ground. “That’s not why I’m apologizing… it was when I saw you eating the i-ice cream and it just happened.”

“Oh.” Was there anything you could say in this situation? “Can you masturbate?”

The way his eyes started shaking and his face became completely red gave him away, getting a sigh out of you as you fixed your hair so that it wouldn’t bother you, fingers fast to unbutton his pants before dropping to your knees.

“W-what are you doing–”

“It will be faster like this and there isn’t much time…” As soon as you looked up, he twitched again. “Is this fine with you?”

“Y-yes…”

“Try to keep it low, not like the rest are very far away.” You went back at the task at hand, pulling down the pants along with his underwear just enough to take out his already hard cock.

“Of course I’ll keep it low, why wouldn’t I–!”

The sharp intake of breath as you engulfed his length was somewhat rewarding to you, proceeding to bob your head and take more of him, trying to keep track of the time. After making sure you had lubed him up correctly, you pulled him off your mouth, your hand stroking the base as your tongue teased the tip of his member, the taste of his precum mixing with the previous ice cream and resulting in a rather disgusting taste. You looked up at him only to find a gone Seungwoo, his head thrown back and his mouth agape.

“Are you okay?”

He looked down on you, bucking his hips at the view. “It’s cold.”

It wasn’t the reply you weren’t expecting but it made you laugh, the slight vibration sending shivers down his spine while his fingers tangled on your hair although he didn’t do anything at all, letting you control the pace. You went down on him again, hollowing your cheeks and gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat, evoking a choked out whimper from him.

“I told you to be quiet.” The whispers against the underside of his shaft made him shudder, getting shy as he noticed you checking the time. “Fifteen minutes left.”

“It just feels too good…” He grabbed a hold of your head, his gaze turning slightly darker. “Can I? I’m close.”

Seeing him like this was beyond your expectations, all of a sudden feeling the leader vibes that the rest of the guys would always talk about. His frame seeming bigger, squaring up his shoulders, his jaw pointing upwards, his whole aura making you feel so small. With a tiny nod you gave him permission, relaxing your jaw as he rolled his hips, enjoying the cold feeling of the ice cream and the warmth of your mouth before he started thrusting, fucking your face at an almost rough pace. Your chest was starting to hurt a bit from the effort of holding back your gags, his brows furrowing each time he would hear the choking sound before he throbbed, spilling his seed on your tongue, leaving you no other option than swallowing each of his spurts with a bit of difficulty.

“Fuck…” Your coughs brought him back quickly. “I’m so sorry, sorry, I thought that it was the best way to not make a whole mess.”

“You… you really should jerk off more often, that was too much.” Your voice was slightly hoarse from the previous abuse, quickly getting up and signaling him to tuck his softening member in. “Now let’s go, your hair is a complete mess from you passing your hands through it.”

Seungwoo smiled a little seeing you try to make yourself look presentable again, his fingers going to fix your hair a bit, his thumb grazing against the corner of your mouth to clean a bit of his cum left, unsure of making his next movement… slipping his finger past your swollen lips, an approving hum leaving him as he felt your tongue swirl against his pad. He rushed to get out, afraid of getting hard again and sat on one of the chairs in front of the mirror, silently threatening the mocking smile that Seungyoun gave him.

“Ah, y/n… I think I also have some wardrobe malfunctions.”

“I’m not in charge of styling you.” You slapped the back of his head at his to giggle as you started to groom Seungwoo, pulling on his hair to erase the goofy smirk on his face.

I love the idea of sucking Seungwoo off. What a good boy he would be despite not being able to shut up. Also support him joining Victon because it’s not the end of the world and he needs support more than anything right now, otherwise I’ll whoop your ass and not in the nice way.

~Nani

| Masterlist |

[chocafe]

— hangyul as your boyfriend

pairing: boyfriend!hangyul x reader a/n: requested + tried my best to make this <somewhat> accurate and sorry if these seemed a little shorter compared to my others!

let's start this bad boy with a backstory!

you and hangyul began dating before even knowing that you guys were officially dating

if that makes any sense?

the two of you acknowledged each others feelings

would take each other out on dates

hang out 24/7

and even kiss

but the thing was that 

you guys never had a title for one another

. . .

until dongpyo questioned you two out of pure curiosity

“are you and hangyul dating?” dongpyo’s thoughts flew right out of his mouth as he pointed his index finger at you two, who just so happened to be sitting extremely close to one another

“what do you mean?” you threw another question at dongpyo, somewhat trying to avoid this whole situation

“i mean, the two of you are always together─ you both have to be dating at this point.”

hangyul and you brushed off dongpyo’s interrogation

but you couldn’t help but to constantly think about it

what were you and hangyul?

you two sure weren’t friends

because friends simply don’t make out with each other

at the same time

you two weren’t dating because hangyul has never “officially” asked you to be his lover

“hangyul, i have something to ask you.” you pulled onto the sleeve of his shirt, forcing yourself and even hangyul to stop walking

“sure.” he turned around to fully face you. “what is it?”

you sighed heavily as you thought about it once more in your head before proceeding on. “what are we?”

hangyul was taken aback by your sudden question. “i thought you were my girlfriend/boyfriend.”

?? (⊙ヮ⊙) ??

you don’t recall hangyul ever asking you out???

similar to hangyul, you were surprised by his answer. “huh? you’ve never said anything about that, nor have you asked me out before?”

this whole entire time

hangyul thought you both silently (and naturally) came to terms with this

but you’re over here like no?? literally no?? what goes on in your head???

with that being said

hangyul walked closer to you

breaking the gap in between you two

as he reached out to hold onto your hand and asked

“i’m sorry about that. y/n, will you be mine?”

and thats how you two officially started dating ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

you made sure to call dongpyo that following night to tell him about everything that had just happened

dongpyo, on the phone: SO HANGYUL THOUGHT U TWO WERE DATING WHILE U THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT?? SO WHO’S FAULT WAS IT????

maybe both of your guys fault because of the lack of communication

the type of person to take you to go play basketball (since that’s one of his favorite sports)

and then purposely throw the ball at the back of your head

just for some laughs

you: what the fuck?

hangyul: :’)

however

he is also the type of person to take you to the han river at midnight

as the two of you would just sit in the grass

talking about your worries in life 

while hangyul rests his head on your lap, using it as if it was a pillow

sometimes, when you two go on dates

he brings dohyon along without notifying you

you: hanGYULLL . . . and dohyon?

hangyul: he begged me to bring him

dohyon: hi, y/n! hangyul told me that you guys were going to watch lion king and i also wanted to watch it too so :D

you don’t really mind since dohyon is like your son

or maybe he’s that annoying little brother who says stuff like “mom said that u have to take me too”

whenever the two of you are alone and are watching a show on netflix

hangyul would take his finger and trace imaginary circles against your skin

he does this subconsciously since this is just a tiny habit of his

super clingy, but doesn’t want to admit it ! ! !

he would follow you wherever you go

you’re not allowed to leave without him attached to your hip

he makes fun of dohyon being a baby when he’s also baby #babyception

you both are super close to one another 

so close that hangyul has an extra key to your house (if you live alone)

while you have a key to his place

he always seems to walk in unexpectedly

and would shout out “hello! your boyfriend has arrived!” every single time

“hangyul, it’s one in the morning ─ whAT ARE YOU DOING HERE”

soft kisses ? ? ?

lmao u wish

his kisses are usually rough

and fast paced

he doesn’t give you enough time to breathe

yet, his kisses still makes you beg for more u____u

one of his major weaknesses is that

he has a difficult time expressing his feelings

therefore, you don’t really hear “i love you” / “i like you” / or any other similar phrases

despite being like this

you know that hangyul is deeply in love with you

and you’re in no rush to hear those short words

regrettably, hangyul wishes that he can overcome this obstacle of his

because even he 100% knows that you deserve all of the love in this world

[seungyovn]

stay the night

prompt: 66/100 ways to say i love you. “Stay over” requested by @wooshinism​

pairing: kim wooseok  x reader

genre: slice of life!au, established relationship, fluff

word count: 1522

warnings: brief mentions of horror movies but no descriptions of gore or violence

When Wooseok invited you over to his apartment for a movie night you imagined a quite night of spicy chicken feet, fried chicken and cuddling with your boyfriend underneath a large pile of blankets. Yet here you were, surrounded by a bunch of rowdy boys while you watched the horror movie on the screen through your fingertips. You had no idea how anyone found enjoyment watching scary movies, yet you seemed to be the only one in the room who didn't.

You squirm at a particularly gory scene, shutting your eyes tightly as soon as the masked killer makes his appearance from the shadows. You should have seen it coming as the eerie piano music started to get louder and louder, indicating something spooky was about to happen. Wooseok looks at out of the corner of his eye, trying not to smile at how adorable you looked with your hands glued to your face (he didn't enjoy the fact knowing you were scared, but he couldn't help himself).

His arm wraps around you tightly, pulling your closer into his chest. He whispers, "Are you okay?"

You can only nod, unable to tear your eyes away from the screen despite how are you try.

However as soon as one of the characters made a wrong turn, for the nth time, you buried your face into your boyfriend's sweatshirt. The sound of his heartbeat was loud enough to distract you from the screen. You could follow along with the story line as his heart rate sped up and slowed over the next couple of scenes, telling you everything you needed to know.

You were finally starting to feel at peace until Dongpyo screams from his place on the floor, almost throwing the entire bowl of popcorn up into the air. And making you flinch almost completely off the couch.

Wooseok brushes his fingertips through your hair and whispers. "You can go hang out in my room until the movie is over, Y/N."

You shake your head. "No, I want to finish it."

"Are you sure?" he questions, and you know he is giving you that look. The look he gives you when you try to push yourself past your limits. Whether it's about studying or in this case, watching a horror movie.

You give him a reassuring smile. "I can do it."

He laces his fingertips into yours, squeezing them tightly but before he can offer you words of comfort a handful of popcorn ends up all over your laps.

"Can you two lovebirds keep it down? Some of us are trying to watch a movie." Seungyoun quips.

Wooseok knees his friend in the back. "It's not like I can hear anything over Dongpyo's screaming.

The younger boy turns around with his mouth open in disbelief. "I am not screaming."

You can't help but laugh as your boyfriend mimic's the pitch of Dongpyo's yelps, making the subject of his teasing pout, turning around in a huff to focus back on the screen.

By the time the movie finally ends, you are curled up in a ball. Your fingers are locked around your knees, pulling them tightly to your chest after you managed to watch the last 20 minutes without hiding. You were proud of yourself for making it through the film without hiding in Wooseok's room, not that anyone would have cared if you did.

"Should we watch another one?" Seungwoo asks, standing up to stretch his legs.

"I'm down!" Minhee smiles, trying to hold back a yawn. "I just don't think I can watch another scary movie."

The rest of the people in the room sigh in relief, making you feel at ease knowing you weren't the only one who was struggling to get through the last one.

Wooseok's hands were already on the remote, scrolling through a list of happier themed movies. He asks the group. "Does anyone care what I put on?"

They all shook their head, letting your boyfriend make the final decision. You watch as he navigates the search bar, typing in the title of your favorite anime. He smiles at you before clicking play, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as the melodic opening credits start to dance across the screen.

It didn't matter how many times you watched this movie, you were still just as enchanted the first time you watched it. The love story was bittersweet, making you ache in your chest until the main characters finally reunited in the last several scenes. You look around to see if anyone noticed you crying, but the boys seemed to have all slowly drifted to sleep. Each of them snoozing soundly, leaving just you and Wooseok awake.

"How are you feeling?" Wooseok checks in on you, making sure you weren't scared from the first movie of the night.

"I think I'll survive." you smile at him.

Your words make him nod. "You better."

"Did I miss it?" Dohyon asks as he wakes up with perfect timing.

"You missed the whole thing." you tell him, watching as the screen turns to black rolling credits.

Everyone around you starts to wake up, standing up from their places on the couch or the floor.

"Thanks for having us over!" Eunsang cheerfully hugs you goodbye, before joining the others at the door.

"Get home safely!" you call out as they tie their shoes, shuffling out one by one until the only people left are you and Wooseok.

You can hear your boyfriend sigh behind you. "They never clean up after themselves."

You turn around to look at the mess of empty popcorn bowls and take out containers, along with several empty candy wrappers.

"I can stay and help." you offer as you make your way towards the mess.

Wooseok stops you, but you wave him off, your hands already full of empty containers. You didn't mind, especially since this was the first chance the two of you had to be alone all night long. And even if you were spending time cleaning, at least it was together.

"Are you going to stay here tonight?" Wooseok asks, trying to mask the hopefulness in his voice.

You shake your head. "I don't think so. I didn't bring a change of clothes."

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" he asks as he starts to wash the popcorn bowls in the sink.

"Not until the afternoon."

"Will you be okay going home alone?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" you ask, unsure what he means. The two of you only lived a few blocks away from each other. You had timed it once and it only took 2 minutes and 43 seconds for you to tie your shoes, walk to Wooseok's and take off your shoes.

The sound of a kitchen cabinet makes you jump out of your skin, and you can't help the yelp that escapes your lips.

Wooseok turns around with a look on his face that proves the point he was trying to make. "Isn't your roommate out of town?"

You chew on your bottom lip. He was right, she was gone for the entire weekend. The thought of sleeping alone in an empty apartment made your skin crawl.

Wooseok puts the last of the dishes on the drying wrack and wipes his hand dry on a kitchen towel before making his way towards where you were standing. He places a gentle hand on your waist, pulling you into his chest. "Stay the night. I'll keep you safe."

"Can I b-worow a shi-rl?" you ask your boyfriend through teeth covered in toothpaste.

He looks at you over the black circular frames of his glasses. "Y/N, I didn't understand a word of that."

You dash into the bathroom, spitting out the rest of the toothpaste in your mouth before rinsing and placing the toothbrush next to Wooseok's.

"Can I borrow a t-shirt?" You repeat yourself, this time a little more clearly.

Wooseok smiles, nodding towards his closet. "Take your pick."

It doesn't take long before you find your favorite shirt of his. The worn out t-shirt he has had since his trainee days had softened over years of repeated use. Probably having been washed hundreds of times after long hours in the practice room. You loved it and made Wooseok promise to never get rid of it despite the fact that there was giant hole in the armpit.

Your boyfriend gently pats your side of the bed, encouraging you to occupy the empty space next to him. He takes off his glasses, setting his phone on the side table before joining you under the sheets.

"Can I turn the lights out?" he asks, reaching towards the light switch.

"Could we maybe turn the closet light on?" you ask with a tinge of embarrassment.

"Are you still scared?" Wooseok teases, but he gets out of bed anyway to turn on the light.

"It's just in case." you tell him as he slides back into bed, turning the rest of the lights off in one swift motion.

"Just in case." he repeats as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the safety of his chest and a night full of sweet dreams.

[eunsangst]

✉ message from cap:

hey guys. it's been a crazy couple of months. i've enjoyed writing on here so much. believe me, for a while, it's all i wanted to do. and i appreciate SO MUCH all the support and love that i get from you guys for my writing. it's the only thing i really take pride on.

unfortunately, no matter how much i try to write blurbs/drabbles for x1, it just doesn't work out for me anymore lately. it really pains me to say this. it really does.

i never thought that things would end like this so quickly; i think none of us have. but i've accepted that sometimes stuff like this happens.

with that being said, i'm going on a hiatus, like a lot of other x1 blurb accs that i follow. i'm so sorry. i really am. i'm still debating whether or not i should close doewn this blog and fully delete it or just let stay here and be on an indefinite hiatus.

if you still want to be able to read my works, i ult skz and i have a side blog for blurbs about them too [ @zpearb ] ♡

if you decide to unfollow, i totally respect your decision. thank you for staying with me for a while <3

thank you so much for everything, one its. 'til we see each other again :>.

-cap

[x1protector]

Chef!AU Seungyoun

Author’s note: Happy 100 followers (we’re actually at 117 omg)! This is insane we have 2 prologues guys ;;; here’s a little something I made enjoy while you wait for the first Royal AU storyline. We’re working on it but it is taking a while because we want it to be good anyway enjoy!! -Admin V 🌻

p a i r i n g: seungyoun au (extend for x gender neutral reader)

g e n r e: fluff; chef au; bullet au

w a r n i n g s: mentions of knife

w o r d  c o u n t: 1k

Chef!AU Seungyoun

Read Chef!AU Wooseok here.

got personally scouted as head chef of a famous restaurant because he's That Good

handpicks everyone in his entire team and trusts them with his life

can do anything: pastry, saucer, chef de partie, meat, fish, etc--jack of all trades, master of all

pastry chef Seungwoo once saw him juggle three saucers in one hand while boning a fish with the other

an actual mess

tries to keep it together in front of his subordinates tho

graduated top of his class, but no one talks about it since he gets so embarrassed

a clumsy mess if he’s not focused tho and probably put sauce in pastries before

sous chef Hangyul swore on his life that he's never giving seungyoun a white attire because he keeps spilling things on himself

so he wears the black attire, which is symbolic as head chef in this restaurant but also;;;; to hide the embarrassment that is seungyoun's clumsiness

can handle a knife like no other 

but cut his hands too often and is now required (by his staff) to wear thick gloves whenever he wields a particular sharp knife

touches hot food so often, the calluses on his fingers formed thickly and can take the heat so now he doesn't even need to use gloves

Seungyoun, holding a sizzling plate of fish: Hangyul look how cool I am!

Hangyul: the skin cells on your fingers hate you

Seungyoun: that’s assuming they’re alive

“seriously how did this kid get through culinary school in one piece?” --everyone

walks around without the chef hat and only puts it on when there's inspection

when he doesn’t have it on tho, his hair is either all clipped back with huge hair clamps or in a net for cleanliness reason

everyone thinks he looks absolutely adorable either way

goes around the kitchen checking on people and giving encouraging praises

“oooooh Yohannnn i see you garnishing with the right twist of the wrist”

“Seungwoo-hyung love what you’ve done with the brulee, it’s exquisite *chef kiss*”

never yells at anyone

except when Dohyon accidentally burned himself spilling sauce Seungyoun yelled at him and banned him from the kitchen for a week to recover

was actually more sad than Dohyon

Seungyoun: ...do you think Dohyon hate me now D;;

Yohan: NO OF COURSE NOT HE KNOWS you mean well;;;;;

Hangyul: yes lmao

Yohan: did you just say lmao out loud

Seungyoun: yes lmao

Dohyon came back fully healed and Seungyoun cried b/c he missed Dohyon so much

PROTECC

looks very soft and smiley but will fight anyone that picks on his team

one time a high-profile guest dined at the restaurant and hated one of the dishes, so they told the owner to fire whoever made it

but no one got fired because Seungyoun threatened to leave if they so much as touch anyone on his team

a very responsible head chef, takes the blame for things he didn’t do and cover up for the kids

Minhee: im sorry hyung... we lost an expensive shipment because of me, I deserved to be fired..

Seungyoun: but if you leave, we would suffer a bigger loss

Minhee: but you got scolded because of me..

Seungyoun: then I guess you can buy me dinner hehe

a precious bub

always going out of his way to make others happy

one time his team was so tired due to a particularly long, grueling day of work, so he like.. jumps and claps his feet in the air and wouldn’t stop till they started laughing

honestly if not for the obvious black attire, no one would think he was head chef of this prestigious restaurant

(keep reading for x reader)

you know head chef Seungyoun because you were the one who scouted him

as well as the one who fought management team in order for him to handpick his own staff

you’re basically an extended part of the kitchen, and you visit the team often to make sure they have everything they need

everyone adores you and saves you all the good snacks from the kitchen

Seungyoun is especially sweet on you and everyone knows but you

Minhee: did boss make you chocolate soufflé again?

You: yeah! It’s delicious as usual, do you want some?

Minhee: thanks, but I already had some! Did you know it’s very tricky to make? We only get to eat this from the boss when you’re around so thank you!

You: what do you mean

Minhee: heheheh I have to get back to work enjoy your soufflé

Everyone dotes on you tho b/c you’re the reason they’re all here together

You always just brush it off you’re honestly just doing your job

Seungyoun is especially grateful, and he tells you that a lot

Sure, he’s good, but he wasn’t a conventional chef and his unique cooking techniques weren’t widely accepted among the pro circle

If it wasn’t for you, he would still be looking for a job out of culinary school

But that’s not all he feels

He likes seeing you enjoy his food, hearing your voice ringing with laughters, and feeling like the butterflies from his stomach migrating to his head, making nests and driving him crazy the more he sees you smile

Seungyoun knows what this feeling is, and he thought he hid it well, not wanting to ruin your current relationship

But let’s be honest Seungyoun is so obvious his entire staff knew since day 1

The boy literally had to clutch his hands behind his back to stop himself from shaking when he’s near you

Smiles a little too much (even for Seungyoun) when you’re around

Stares at you a little too long when you’re sitting at the kitchen counter enjoying the soufflé because that’s the first recipe he made for you when you first met

heart eyes @ you 24/7 literally how do you not see this--

Hangyul: is he gonna make a move today or do we have to wait till next year?

Yohan: let him live omg he’s shy

Finally made you chocolate on valentine with a little note that read “will you be the chocolate to my soufflé?”

Corny

the entire kitchen staff: just go out with him already he keeps whining to us

so you do and gave him a little kiss after accepting the confession

y'all are cute

couple of the year tbh

Read Chef!AU Wooseok here.

--Admin V🌻

[x1-drabbles]

“It Will Be Okay” [pt. 4]

⇾ 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: hangyul/reader

⇾ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: you’re dating a member of the hyung line. the recent controversy has been difficult for them. you comfort them the best you can as they all deal in their own ways.

⇾ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: none.

⇾ 𝙖/𝙣: part 1 (seungwoo/reader HERE.) ; part 2 (wooseok/reader HERE.) ; part 3 (seungyoun/reader HERE.) || this is long overdue! i’ve been spending most of my fictober writing time on my X1 zombie apocalypse AU HERE. this pairing concludes the series, but please feel free to drop any X1 x reader prompts in my ask box! thank you again for all the love. ♡♡♡

You’re getting some work done at the local cafe near your apartment, sitting at a table with your laptop and a hot cup of jasmine tea. It’s a nice change of scenery and being away from your small place helps you to focus and avoid distractions. You’re just opening up another spreadsheet file when your cell phone begins to vibrate, rattling quietly against the tabletop. You glance over at the screen to check the notification pop-up. It’s a text.

Can you come by? Practice room 3. I’ll leave the door open.

You rest your chin on your hand and stare down at your phone screen with a sigh. You’ve been patiently waiting for this, honestly.

It’s been obvious that Hangyul has been avoiding you, but you know from experience that it isn’t personal. He has a very difficult time showing his emotions and being vulnerable, and when he’s around you, he has a hard time keeping himself composed. He’s told you before how the floodgates just seem to pop open and all the feelings come rushing out when it comes to you. As such, you’ve gathered that he hasn’t been quite ready to face that yet and has been internalizing his hardships instead. You used to get frustrated by this, but after dating for so long, you understand that it’s simply his way of being able to deal with things. Eventually, he always comes around.

You quickly text back a ‘yes, of course’ and then pack up your things. You take a final sip of tea, hoist your bag over your shoulder, and then head out of the cafe. The Swing Entertainment building isn’t far and the weather is nice enough, so you decide to travel by foot.

When you reach the building, you make a wide arc towards the back. You expertly navigate between two tall bushes and climb over a decorative half-wall. It seems ridiculous and suspicious, but you’ve learned that sneaking in the back way is much easier than running into management in the lobby and potentially having them turn you away. Or worse, fangirls with cameras. You’d really rather not cause a scandal - for Hangyul or yourself.

As promised, he has left the side door leading into practice room 3 propped open by a crushed plastic water bottle. You glance around, doing a quick sweep of the area to ensure no dedicated fans or nosy photographers have caught sight of you. Satisfied you’re not being watched, you slip through the opening and then nudge the water bottle away with your foot, easing the door closed gently behind you.

Music echoes around the mostly empty room, punctuated by the occasional squeak of sneaker rubber scuffing against the wood floor. You lean against the back wall and watch silently. Hangyul is dancing, his shirt visibly soaked through with sweat. His hair is damp and matted; his bangs sticking flat against his forehead in piecey sections. There’s tension and intensity in the way he’s moving. It’s not fluid and natural like the way he usually dances. It’s forced and chaotic.

For a moment, he falters and his feet seem to get caught up beneath him. He goes down on one knee hard, his head hanging. Your breath automatically catches in your throat and you shake your head. You quickly cross the room, moving to the speaker that’s playing the music. You switch it off and then turn around, hands on your hips.

When the music suddenly stops, Hangyul looks up. At first his face is twisted into a grimace, but when his eyes find you, he breaks out into a grin and immediately pushes himself back up to his feet. He opens his arms wide, welcoming you for a hug, but you take a step back and squint at him.

“First of all, you’re gross right now,” you tease, gesturing at his sweat-stained shirt. “And second of all… are you trying to seriously injure yourself?”

You shake your head as he continues to approach, but then concede, leaning into his arms. He’s damp and he smells exactly as you’d expect, but you don’t really care. It feels good to have his warm body pressed against yours. It’s been too long. He hugs you tightly and kisses the top of your head. His arms are strong and muscular wrapped around your shoulders.

“I’m fine,” he says quietly. It’s what he always says, even when he’s not. “I just tripped.”

“Because you’re dancing like a maniac.”

“It’s a two-in-one choreo practice cardio workout! I’m multitasking.”

You pull away from his embrace and study his face. He’s smiling from ear to ear, but his color is off and there are dark circles under his eyes. They are tiny signs of his exhaustion that few would recognize. You do, of course.

“Here.” You pull your bag in front of you and fish out a bottle of iced barley tea and a pastry you’d purchased at the cafe. “Eat.”

You push them both into his hands and sit down, patting the floor next to you as an invitation. He sighs, but sinks down to the ground as well, opening up the tea drink.

“Ready to talk?” you ask, bumping your shoulder against his.

“About?”

You glare at him and reach for the tea, snatching it from his grip and taking a sip.

“How are things? How are the boys?” You hand him back the tea and rest your head against his shoulder.

“They’re okay, I guess? It’s hard to tell. A lot of us are still just getting to know each other.” He takes a bite of pastry and chews thoughtfully. “It’s difficult to separate normal debut stress from controversy stress.”

You nod because it’s all you can do. You can’t imagine juggling all the pressure. 

“Exhaustion is a good distraction,” he adds, stretching his legs out and flexing his ankles. He laughs, but you can see his eyes are starting to glisten with wetness. He’s one of the most soft-hearted people you know, but he hides it incredibly well.

“Everyone’s really proud of you,” you say, pulling away to face him with a smile. “You worked hard and you deserve this. And I’m sure Dohyon is super relieved to have you by his side.”

Hangyul blinks rapidly and shoves a giant piece of pastry in his mouth. He washes it down with some tea and then leans against you.

“It’ll be okay?” he asks.

“It’ll be okay,” you repeat, with confidence. “Now teach me some new moves.”

He grins, genuinely, and immediately hops to his feet. He reaches down and takes your hand, pulling you up as well. For the next hour, he teaches you some of the choreo to ‘Like Always.’ Dancing together is something you used to do all the time, back when his schedule was more open and you felt like a normal couple. You laugh until your doubled over when he physically moves your hips into the correct positions, repeatedly. It feels really good and you can’t help your heart from swelling with affection for him. You hope that your support offers him even just a little bit of comfort as he tries to navigate this new chapter of his life. He’s already been through so much and survived it resiliently. Because of that, you don’t worry. Not really. He’ll be okay.

[lublycho]

» The Court Of Nightmares // Chapter 01

𝔗𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔢: The Court of Nightmares

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯: 1/10+

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Yohan x Reader

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰: 4,662

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: beauty and the beast au, fantasy, angst, fluff

Preview

// A Fairy, also known as fay or fae, is a type of mythical being or legendary creature, a form of spirit, often described as metaphysical, supernatural, or preternatural //

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“For the blood you’ve shed, for the innocence you’ve stolen, the world curses you to eternal solitude, and prays you find no more souls to torment in the confinement of your forever abode. May your face be the mirror to your abysmal soul, may your veins run murky black, may your heart have no rhythm, may this castle of joy be your purgatory.” 

“Make your seven deranged companions, once your pride, now your guilt, let their sorrows hollow you out and dig into the shallows of your chest. Let their pain kill you every night, and resurrect you every morning.”

“Let only mirth of onerous love be your cure, and let the world see the marvel of your floundering self, as you struggle against your monstrosity to acquire it. For it will be in your hand, waiting to be felt, but your dense heart shall not allow you to feel its warmth, with the unforgiving cold being the only sensation you may be able to feel.” 

“If the universe births a miracle and you somehow accomplish the formidable task of giving and taking love before the last of the blood red rose’s petals perish, let your love, at your very hands, be offered to the confines of the fields of right and wrong far beyond the reach of this world.”

“And let their be, in every breath of yours, a glimmer of despair,

And let their be, in every laugh of yours, the unforgiving guilt,

For now you shall suffer, but let not others suffer with you.

For now you shall hate, and hate forever.”

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Autumn of the 326th mortal year,

Decade after the Great War.

The mortal realm.

The world was a mundane mess of orange skies and dead trees, the evening Yohan ventured out for an unforeseen hunt. Across his body he slung a satchel, a clear indication that he was adamant on bringing something back home today. 

It was his brother, Wooseok's persistent taunts that coaxed him into leaving the warmth of his room, for he believed that amidst the unpredicted famine, it was only vital if Yohan paused his bibliophilic activities and put his hunting abilities to work instead. 

It had been hours since Yohan had been lingering in the mortal forest, awaiting a prey amidst the thick wood. Every minute brought him despair and every glance at the Great, extensive Wall separating the mortal and immortal world tempted him to cross it. In the immortal realm there still lingered some unfortunate creatures, and Yohan knew he'd have better luck there than in the empty mortal forest. 

He left his perch beside an oak tree to walk towards the Great Wall, debating whether the unknown dangers of the once magnificent immortal realm was worth a try. 

There were no longer any Fae who lived to protect the ironbark forest, no one to keep up with the tradition of imprisoning he who dared step into the immortal realm. Yet, as Yohan etched towards the fracture in the Great Wall, a small place from where it had been broken down, he felt guilty as if he were to commit a heinous crime. 

Then he remembered the frown Wooseok held when he cooked what was the last of the salted deer meat yesterday and he thought of the way he wasn't really doing anything to lessen the burden on his brother's shoulders. 

Clutching his quiver of arrows tightly in his hands, Yohan gave one long look at his village behind him, which looked a little more than a tiny speck from this far, before he carefully climbed over the discarded debris and entered the forbidden ironbark forest.

The first few metres of the forest were identical to the one in the mortal world, but the further in Yohan went, the trees began to twist and turn in the most awkward of positions. Their branches became thick, and their suspended roots spoke of their old age.

Here the sky became darker, reflecting the grim of the forest below. The forest was like nothing he'd read in his books. The books of the library in his village painted the imagery of the forest in a plethora of colors, they narrated the liveliness of the creatures that dwelled in here, they spoke of their mirth. But now, where once the sound of laughter relished, silence reigned supreme.

Amidst his awe and rampant thoughts, Yohan was still successful in catching sight of the small hare that had tried to hop past a ledge of protruding vines. 

In a breath, Yohan pulled out a bow and an arrow from the quiver in his hand, before settling for an aim at the innocent animal. It had been a year or so since he last laid hands on a bow and an arrow, so he wasn't surprised when they felt unfamiliar in his hands. 

He pulled the bowstring with a wavering hand, inhaling once to get the best aim. The black hare darted his head here and there, eyes full of fear. Yohan ignored it, thinking it had perhaps been the animal's sixth sense alarming him of his coming demise.But the hare wasn't looking at Yohan, instead, It looked ahead. As if out in the darkness resided a monster worse than a hunter himself. 

Yohan exhaled once and released the arrow, letting it pierce through the small hare's chest. Triumphant, he sauntered through the thick grass, cringing when his boots crunched loudly against the fallen leaves. 

The young hunter plucked put the silver arrow from the dead hare's chest, cleaning off the blood with a clean rag in his blue coat. With his gloved hands, Yohan picked up the light weighing animal and shoved it into the capacious satchel. 

At least now Wooseok wouldn't nag at him for reading books all the time. With the right supervision the hare's meat would probably last more than a week, and Yohan could only pray the famine would subside by that time.

It wasn't that he hated hunting, it was just that it had too many bad memories for him. He was only nine when the Great War was at its culmination, but he still remembered it in bits and pieces, through the blood the gore and the bow and arrow he had in his hands. 

He shook his head before the memories could engulf him. He fastened the buckle around the satchel and slung it across his shoulder. Yohan was about to grab his bow and arrow to place them back in the quiver when he saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks.

Out in the enveloping darkness of the ironbark forest crouched a gigantic, vivacious werewolf. Its talons were the size of Yohan's whole hand and its white fur collected around its face, illuminating its glimmering red eyes.

Yohan blinked his eyes, hard and fast. 

Weren't werewolves supposed to be extinct like the rest of the immortals? he thought to himself. The beast had its gaze turned away from Yohan, but he felt his ferocity all the same.

Yohan could make a dash for the wall and hope the beast wouldn't be able to catch up to him. He could do that easily. But an abrupt hatred lurched in his chest when he saw the white werewolf. He recalled the blood, he recalled the bodies of his friends and family lying in a blazing pool of blood and he felt his hands searching for his friends in piles of decaying dead bodies.

And with this thought fresh in his mind Yohan glared at the beast, pulled at the string of his bow, and aimed for the immortal beast's heart.

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Autumn of the 326th immortal year.

Decade after the Great War.

The immortal realm.

"I am of the sun and of the moon, an endless fury unleashed upon my realm. I guide the strong and nurture the weak, I'm an emblem of the creatures of the ironbark forest, and I have been chosen by the greatest of warriors to lead the millions in my Fae court- wait, who added this?"

Looking up from the dais, you stared at your small audience. The sight of the six boys in front of you almost made you nauseous. You could never get rid of the memories of the whole garden of your castle brimming with a wild assortment of immortal creatures, happy and mirthful before the war took everything away. 

Even making this speech was obnoxious. There was no realm. No Fae creatures. At least none that would like to reveal themselves in the open anymore. You were just keeping up with tradition from a hundred years ago, where the High Lord or Lady of the Fae courts would coax their court into celebrating the changing of seasons; this time being Summer to Fall.

Your thoughts didn't dull your furious glare as you looked on upon the timid boys, each looking away in an attempt to save themselves from your unaimed fury. 

After a moment of silence, Minhee jerked in his seat. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not the one who wrote your speech this time."

From beside him, Dohyon, who had his head buried in the pages of a book he'd read a thousand times by now, said, "It wasn't me either. Pretty sure you asked junho to write it since you hated the one I wrote."

"This is ridiculous."

Annoyance was at the tip of your tingling fingers, itching to do something about your incessant rage. You looked around to find Junho, adjusting the mask that covered half of your face to get a good look, but found his chair empty, much to your dismay and his good luck.

“Where the hell is he?”

Before you could throw a ritualistic tantrum, you heard Seungwoo, the oldest in the lot, stand up and near the dais you stood on.

"Y/n, please don't ruin this again."

Your mouth hung open in disbelief. 

"I'm sorry, I am ruining this? And what exactly is this? A thousand year old stupid ritual which is more or less just peer pressure from our dead ancestors?"

From below the dais Eunsang sighed, "Here we go again."

If celebrating the change of seasons was a Fae tradition, then throwing a tantrum on the very same day was your tradition. Someone always managed to do something wrong on this particular day. Last year Minhee ruined it by barging into the vast castle garden with a dead goose he thought would taste exquisite if cooked with the right spices and this other time you had almost tripped on your stupid, thousand year old dress as you boarded onto the stairs of the dais. 

All this hard work because Seungwoo, the once prodigious son of a proud Fae Lord and unfortunately your best friend, thought it was significant for you, being the last High Lady of your petty court, to uphold tradition. What he did not understand was that the Last Great War had cleansed the world of a large number of immortal creatures and the seven of you, including your six cousins: Dongpyo, Hyeongjun, Minhee, Eunsang, Dohyon and Junho were perhaps the only surviving Fae creatures, unfortunately cursed by an everlasting spell. 

What was tradition when there would be no one to uphold it after you? 

"Tell Junho to fix this goddamned speech and I'll think about not ruining this stupid day."

You shoved the faded piece of paper, engraved with the speech Junho wrote for you, into Seungwoo's hands before marching out through the arched iron gates of the garden, leading you into the heart of your castle. 

You shouldn't have ruined things like that. You knew it. But Seungwoo knew the kind of pain this day gave you, he knew exactly what it took away from you and yet he was hell bent on making you live it again and again. You were tired to say the least. It had been a decade since you last stepped outside the snow-covered grass of your castle, and it had been even more years since you last saw the mortal village you used to frequent in your formative years. Outside the world turned from warm summer to bland autumn, but inside the confines of your castle, winter reigned forever, a sharp personification of your rigid heart. 

As you neared the entrance to the castle, you gave one long look through your masked face, at the world outside your castle, across the limited view the long iron gate at its perimeter gave you. The trees had finally commenced shedding their leaves, some simply converging into a myriad of hues ranging from yellow to red to orange while others twisting away to protect themselves from the upcoming winter. 

The colors made you feel helpless; They made you want to dash out of the castle walls and slay every last mortal out there, make them beg for their lives as you had done before. It was a beautiful thought, drawing the lives out of those good for nothing humans, watching as they begged and pleaded for their petty lives.

The mortal witch who cursed you may have taken a lot from you: your freedom, your pride, your ego and even your family but the one thing she couldn’t take away was your hate and your rage.

Your resentment and your fury would always be your anchor, always pulling you down and reminding you that you could never break the curse.

As long as this strong feeling was inside you, you would live and die in this dark, dreary castle and would end up burying six other souls with you.

A sigh of longing escaped your mouth, but what you longed for, you didn’t know.

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The walk back to the mortal village was excruciating to say the least. Every other moment Yohan would crouch down in fear that some Fae creature would jump on him from behind and tear him apart for taking a creature of the ironbark forest. He knew it couldn’t happen, though. No Fae creature existed anymore, they had all been wiped out by the mortals in the decade old war. He had heard tales of bravery of the humans and mortal witches who fought against the ferocious, unforgiving immortals, and how people of his own village had pushed past the cruelty of Fae lords and ladies and crushed them all at once. Yet, as he filtered through the resinous trees of the dingy forest, he felt himself being watched.

Out of habit, Yohan pulled his blue hood further down his head, shielding himself against unwanted eyes. The immortals may be dead but the existence of the white werewolf he had slain only moments ago was proof that the forest was still alive, and he could feel it breath as he stepped through the extensive wall separating the two worlds. He took a long breath when he finally entered the mortal world. 

His village was dead, as usual. The dark grey, monotone houses of his small neighbourhood looked grotesque against the vacant trees. As Yohan neared the heart of his small village, he instinctively held onto the satchel hanging at his hips. He was careful to avoid the eyes of the onlooking villages, for he knew in their smiles hid a forbidding beast, ready to unleash itself at the barest of chances. 

The unprecedented famine had made everyone in his village a lot more hostile than usual, thus he wasn’t surprised when the old baker’s wife who usually would greet Yohan with the brightest of smiles now only frowned as he passed her bakery.

His house stood on the edge of the village, far from the wall and from the apparently horrifying memories of the war. It was painted a light beige, contrasting the dull grey of the other houses. The small pathway leading to its door was aligned with blooming flowers, some pink, some red and some varying in shades of blue. It was always Yohan’s older brother, Wooseok who had been fond of colors and nature, and he wasn’t surprised when he entered the house to see the walls painted a warm orange, perfectly fitting the seasonal change. 

“I’m home.”

Yohan shut the door behind him with a thud, prompting Wooseok to stick his head out of the kitchen to greet him.

“What took you so long? I thought you fell in a ditch or something.”

Yohan shook his head at his brother’s witless retort. 

He took off his coat, hanging it by the door. Enthusiastic to show Wooseok what he'd brought, Yohan walked into the kitchen and set the blood stained satchel down onto the floor. Stunned, Wooseok left the soup he was stirring above the fire and crouched down to where Yohan sat on the floor.

“Whose head did you sever?”

Yohan cringed again before scowling.

“Come on, Wooseok, that’s not even funny. Besides, this-”

Yohan pulled the dead black hare out of the voluminous bag,

“-is our jackpot.”

Wooseok gasped as he beheld the dead hare, mind already whirling with the thought of devouring it right there and then.

“Where did you get it?! I rarely see hares around here.”

Wooseok looked up at Yohan, eyes distant as if he knew exactly the dangers Yohan had encountered in order to acquire the small animal.

"Does it matter?"

Wooseok gave it a thought before standing up straight.

"Clean it up for me will you? I'll go out and get some salt to preserve the meat with."

Yohan frowned at the task he was given. "Why do I always have to clean up the meat?"

"Stop whining, Yohannie."

Wooseok threw an amused glance at Yohan as he walked to the door. His fingers loitered against the coats hanging on its hooks.

"Now tell me which one of these is the warmest, I don't want to freeze out there."

"It's not even that cold."

Yohan pouted in annoyance before pointing at the blue coat he just took off, "Take my blue one."

Wooseok took it off the hook before frowning, "You tore its sleeve."

He turned the coat to give Yohan a good look at the torn sleeve but Yohan didn't say anything about it. Wooseok shook his head before disappearing into the tedious world outside.

Sighing, Yohan sharpened his knives, silently praying to his gods to make the food a good omen and long, sharp breath he drove his knife into the heart of an animal for the second time in a day.

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The capacious dinner table of your castle accommodated you and six exhausted boys, each one more tired of the perpetual routine than the other. The table was silent except for the loud munching sounds Dohyon made, and the occasional bickering between Eunsang and Minhee over the original color of the rusty statue at the opposite end of the room. 

No one showed any signs of agitation or frustration except for you. In accordance with your status you sat at the head of the table, hastily picking at your insipid food.

Irked by the boys’ lack of notice towards your dismay, you huffed out in frustration, “We've been eating chicken for a whole month now.”

A few heads rose in acknowledgement, but no one replied except for the boy by your side, Seungwoo, “I was hoping you'd start with an apology.”

You rolled yours eyes in annoyance, watching as the rest of the boys went back to finishing their food.

“I'm sorry."

Seungwoo furrowed his eyebrows at your half hearted apology. 

"But the least you can do is get us a lamb, or a goat even.”

Seungwoo’s fae form was a wolf, so naturally he had become the scavenger of food for you guys. He was your sole sustainer amidst the curse which restricted you from leaving the premises of your dingy castle before midnight when you took your real, bestial fae form. Unfortunately, your fae form was of no use to you; It was hideous and frightening and you couldn’t do much walking around the woods in it, without attracting unwanted attention of wandering creatures. 

The other boys had relatively useful fae forms though; Eunsang was a shrike, acting as your eyes for whatever went on in the mortal realm, Minhee was a panther, always watchful on you and the castle, Dongpyo and Hyeongjun were still little more than overgrown wolf cubs, while Junho was a snow leopard, thus given the excruciating task of circling the perimeter that separated the mortal world from the immortal realm and Dohyon was well...Dohyon. He was still too young to have fully developed his fae form, so he never changed after midnight, and stayed his true self. 

Everyone had their distinct jobs to keep them busy through the unending curse, and you knew it was unfair to argue with Seungwoo for bringing you all the same animal to eat each time. After all, you should be kissing his boots for bringing food at all. 

In his defense to your argument, Seungwoo retorted while cutting through his chicken,

“There is a famine rampant in the mortal village. And its not fully winter yet, so the nomads haven't come down from the mountains either. The terrain is too dangerous me.” 

You almost scoffed at your foolishness. Just because the castle was cursed with eternal winter didn’t mean that the rest of the world stayed unvarying as well. It was already autumn in the mortal world, people had probably already started to soak up the residual heat, all while you were here stuck in your oversized coat.

With a grunt, you decided to push the matter, “Even for your Fae form?”

“Even for my fae form.”

Seungwoo’s eyes were deadly serious now, silently trying to get you to shut up. With a sigh of annoyance you said,

“How great! I guess I’ll just die eating chicken all my life.” You smiled sarcastically.

Lost in the bland taste of his food, the otherwise silent Eunsang spoke out through a full mouth, “Pfft. Don't be so dramatic, Y/n.”

Your mouth hung open in disbelief for the second time in one day, “I’m being dramatic? Maybe you guys just don't have any taste buds.”

At this point Seungwoo had had enough of the bickering, thus he turned to you as he said, “Okay, how about this: You fall in love, break the goddamned curse and go get as many lambs and goats as you want, hm?"

At Seungwoo's unprecedented taunt, you slammed your hand on the table in fury, tossing away the contents of your plate in one swift swing. You glared at him for the longest time, but he only gave you a careless stare, breaking away from your gaze as if he didn't care anymore. 

Everyone knew the curse was a sensitive topic for you. Sure, your cousins and Seungwoo were stuck in the castle forever because of you but it wasn’t all your fault. They had taken lives too, implicitly or explicitly, in the war that broke apart and mortal and immortal realms. It was only right if they shared the burden of the curse too. But no, the stupid mortal witch had decided you were the culprit of it all, thus she binded you to the guilt of six other lives as well. She might as well had just slain you right there and then.

As if right on cue to make things worse, Junho barged in through the giant door of the dining room interrupting your intense stare off. Clutched in his arms was a big, white beast, undoubtedly a werewolf, with an arrow piercing through its poor heart. 

The boys rose from their seats swiftly at the sight, hastily making their way over to Junho.

Throwing your hands up in vexation, you turned your head towards Junho,

"What is this obscenity?"

You stayed glued to your seat, your question being the only thing that showed your concern over the dead wolf that Junho laid down on the wooden floor. 

"Found it dead outside the castle walls."

Minhee checked the wolf’s wound while muttering, “One peaceful dinner, I asked for one peaceful dinner.”

Conversely, Seungwoo examined the arrow piercing through its heart, pulling it out with one sharp tug. He held it out in front of his eyes, slender fingers wiping away the blood on the arrowhead before revealing its sharp, silver edges.

“It's Silver.”

Junho heaved a sigh before digging his hands in his pocket. 

Dohyon, Hyeongjun and Dongpyo kept a reasonable distance away from the dead animal, cringing at the unwelcome sight of blood. The blazing red blood always flashed memories of war in your minds, but they snapped away when Seungwoo spoke out,

“It’s the work of a hunter.” 

Eunsang turned the still animal's body until it faced him, pushing past its thick fur to take a good look at the fatal wound, “The shot was clean as hell...You know how High Lady of Fae courts used to deal with incidents like this, right?”

It was an ancient fae law to imprison any mortal who dared step into immortal land, let alone take the life of a creature from this part of the world. It was the duty of the head of each court, and since you were the head of your little cursed, endangered court, it was ultimately your duty to find the hunter and imprison him or her.

How lovely, you thought to yourself. All you had asked for was some good food, and look where that brought you. 

Your shoulders hunched up to your ears in frustration, "Did you see who did it?"

You were looking at Junho now. He shook his head before pulling one hand out of his pocket, revealing a piece of blue cloth which looked as if it was a piece of a torn sleeve, "No, but the hunter left his scent."

Seungwoo grabbed the piece torn cloth sniffing it once to get used to the scent.

"It's a mortal boy."

Turning your face fully towards your little court of vicious misfits, you asked with the fakest of smiles,

"Will you be able to track him down, Seungwoo?"

Seungwoo stood up from where he was crouched beside the dead animal. He walked over to you at an excruciating pace, eyes full of pride and arrogance. 

"You really need to ask me that?"

Pushing his hand behind you, and from where you stood with your back pressed against the dining table, he grabbed the sharpest of knives from the table. Even with his face deadly close to yours, you stood straight, never bending to his occasional coquetry.

You knew you had asked a ridiculous question. Seungwoo had fought by your side in the Great War, and he had always been the most excellent of trackers.

"Fine. You go out and get us the culprit, Junho, clean this mess please, the last thing I want is the sight of this measly wolf in my mind as I try to eat my dinner. The rest of you-"

You pointed a finger at the Minhee, Dongpyo, Eunsang and Dohyon.

"-finish dinner and go to bed. It's going to be midnight soon."

Midnight. The time you would all unwillingly turn into your vicious Fae forms. The Fae forms were the highlight of the witch's curse, for what could be more daunting than having horns protruding from your very head, and black ink burning through your veins like a plague.

The witch made you scream every night. And she made sure that if you didn't break the curse in time… you would end up screaming forever. 

The thought was an imprint in your mind and your heart. It was a guilt that weighed you down as you looked at your beloved cousins sitting back down on their respectives, eyes full of fearful anticipation of what Seungwoo's scavenging would bring. 

You knew in their hearts they prayed that the hunter may be some young, naïve boy, gullible enough to perhaps break the curse. But you knew in your heart that no mortal could ever fall in love with a Fae, for their hearts were stained red with Fae blood and their minds were corrupted by their nonexistent gods.

Still, you recalled the state of the rose locked up in your room, and how you had just seen another one of its petals fall in the morning, indicating another month had gone by without finding a cure to the curse. 

You gave the possibility of falling in love with a mortal a thought but ended up concluding that screaming all your life couldn't be so bad after all.

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A/n: Here it is!! Finally! I've been working on this chapter for a week now and I really hope you guys will like it! In case you guys don't understand some stuff, dw, I'll be doing a lot of explaining as the story progresses!!

[dear-seungwoo]

Junho: I will put down my "A" to make "A"

Wooseok: I will add to your "A" to make "At"

Seungyoun: I will add to your "Rat" to make "Biostratigraphic"

Dohyon: *flips table*

[x1-imaginesreturns]

The Lightning God - Seungwoo Quantum Leap Part 2

Masterlist

Pairing:  Seungwoo x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Minor Swearing

Word Count: 6,768

Notes: Hello! Did you guys like my teaser for part 2?? Also don’t think that is the last time that I’m going to do that kind of stuff... in fact starting tomorrow...! haha I’m not letting you guys know anything I’m planning! Make sure to check back on this part once in a while, it might give you some insight into where I’m going with this. Also if you pay attention, you can definitely tell that I’m doing some stuff with alternate realities in this part! And I also made a reference to The Fall That Followed by @yvnseong (with her permission of course), go check out her works, they’re really good! And yes I also stopped bolding his name at a certain point, as I felt that it was no longer necessary. Requests are closed!

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Quantum Leap: The Beginning 

Your eyes started to flutter open, but once they fully opened you winced at the amount of light. Once your eyes started to adjust, you noticed the light was flooding in from a medium-sized window to your right. The sun was already high in the sky, contrary to when you were last conscious. 

As you sat up, you took in your unfamiliar surroundings. Small globes that likely contained some sort of light source at night hung in each corner. The room you were in wasn’t too lofty, and it had a sense of familiarity to you.

You walked over to the window, deciding to take a good look at your new surroundings. The view wasn’t too impressive, as it was merely looking at a vast forest with diverse kinds of trees. As you looked up thought, you could see some of the tops of the trees were singed. You raised an eyebrow at that, but you ultimately decided the outside wasn’t too impressive.

As you turn back around, you scan the room again, trying to decipher exactly why it looked familiar. ‘Wait I am in a treehouse, right?’ you think, turning back around to the window to make sure you were in fact in a treehouse, ‘Didn’t Raiden live in a treehouse?’

“You’re awake,” a voice says from behind you, making you spin around rapidly to face them. “Sorry, did I startle you?” they say, stepping forward so you can see them. Your body completely freezes once you see who it is.

It’s Raiden. And by tradition, he’s completely topless, the necklace with the lightning bolt charm still hanging from his neck. You even finally see his few tattoos now that he’s in the light.

‘Of course,’ you scream in your head, ‘It just has to be him, it always is!’  He has a nervous look written on his face, and his eyes are astray, not even close to looking at you. “N-no you’re fine,” you say, pausing to consider what you should say to him.

Before you can even think of something to say or ask him, he says, “Follow me, I’ll explain.” He walks out of the intimate room, and you take one more glance out the window before you follow him. You emerge into a slightly bigger room, windows surrounding the entire room, except for the door. Like you observed last time, vines grew all along the house, covering each of the windows except for the front two and the door.

More of the small light globes were hung in this room, and you could tell that this was definitely where Raiden lived and slept. There was a mat laid on the floor to the right of you that was about his size and blankets were strewn about the area. A small wooden chair sat in the corner to the left of the door, and a few books were stacked neatly next to it. 

Raiden was leaning out of the front window to the right of the door. You take a couple of steps so that way you’re a little bit closer to him. “So what exactly happened last night?” you ask, causing him to jump slightly. He turns back around to face you, sitting on the small sill of the window. “It’s been a few days since that night,” he says, pausing to sigh quickly, “Youngho shot you with a bolt of lightning that went through your body completely. And right after that he and I got into a pretty intense battle, but he and the element clan teleported away before I could finish them off.”

You shudder at the sudden memory. “S-so how exactly do I not have a hole all the way through me right now?” you ask curiously. “Because…” he says, trailing off, almost as if he doesn’t want to answer, “B-Because you’re with me.”

“And what do you mean by that?” you ask, your eyebrows raising involuntarily. “Well I don’t really mean anything or am trying to imply anything,” he says, sliding off of the windowsill to walk towards you, “Your bracelet and my necklace link us together. Because you were injured, my necklace has been taking away my magical powers and somehow utilizing them to heal you.”

“I can’t go far from you either. The necklace has some sort of magnetic pull towards your bracelet,” he finishes. Once again, his eyes are nowhere near yours, almost as if he’s guilty. Before you can formulate a response though, your eyes close shut forcefully, and your mind goes white.

You barely feel a pair of arms catch you before your mind seemingly surges backward, passing by picture after picture, exactly like when Dohyon had teleported you up to canyon cliff. Except this time, the images looked familiar. They were your own memories.

Memory after memory flew past you until you abruptly hit a stop, your body floating above wherever you were, just like when Xanthe linked you to Raiden’s mind. The invisible hand that controlled you last time propelled you forward once again, landing you right in the middle of a clearing. One that looked vaguely familiar, actually. And as you got closer and closer to the clearing, your eyes widen at the scene displayed before you. 

You recognized it immediately, there was no doubt in your mind. Clouds were rolling above you, covering even the glowing moon, and once you glanced down, you saw Youngho towering over you and the fear written in your eyes. As the hand pushed you even closer, Youngho was suddenly thrown back and Raiden appeared in front of you.

After Raiden had turned to you, he, of course, walked right over to where Youngho had been thrown. As he walked, the mysterious force pulled you alongside him. You could hear his labored breathing, and you saw his intense glare, his eyes starting to glow a vibrant yellow.

He stood over Youngho intimidatingly, and you saw a smirk promptly appear in Youngho’s face, even though he had just been forcefully launched into the ground. “Heh, I was wondering when you were going to show up, Seungwoo,” Youngho says, laughing, “Knew it wouldn’t be long before you came rushing in to save my Xenia.”

“She isn’t and never will be your Xenia!,” Raiden exclaims, the yellow glow now enveloping his body. Youngho merely laughs again, causing Raiden’s glow to fluctuate again. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see if that’s true when Xanthe dies,” Youngho replies, his smirk still present on his face, “Everyone knows I’m the one meant to take the Xanthe tree’s powers. Not even you, Raiden himself, the son of Xanthe, could handle the sheer power of the power the Xanthe tree grants. B̶͉͕͚̖̣̮̪̜͙̮̹̬͇͍͈̙̟̘̬̻͖̪̑̈́̾̎̈́̍̋̆͑͜u̴̧͇̲͙͂̀̏̄̍͊͜͝t̵̢̧̹̟͖̭̣̼͇̲̪͍͍͓̥̘͋̀̔̈͗̉̾̀̂͌̒͘̕͠ͅ ̷̨̛̰͈̦̻͙̩͚͍͚͚̿̒̈́̆̌̎̑̌͒͆̍̏́̑̇̂͌͑̆̒̃͆̿̿̎̔͒̃́̋̈́́̈̄̈́̅̚̚̚̕̚͝͝I̶̡̤̹̳̘̯̲̤̣̠̹̪̫͕̬̼̮̠͚̣͕̹̥̭̼̤͉̦̙̟̘͙͖̻̗̠͓̰͇̤͔̤̯͉̠̠̽̾̅͒̍̓̆̓̔͗̒͒̀͌̊͐͒̄̀͛̋̽͘͠ͅ ̷̧̡̧̛͙̣̟͖̺̰̞̭͍͉̞͉̹̤̣̞͎̳͈̙̬̹̳̜̭̮̭̼͎̎̍̐͊͌̆̈́͛̔̽̂̾̈͛́̈́̈́́̈́͗͆́͌̅́͛̄̊̕͜͜͝͠c̷̹̦̲̘͖̥̣̮̥͔͇͕̦̥̰̫͈͗̂ͅo̶̧̗̬̣͚̝̩̙̜͎̟̝̗̣̩̠͍̹͉͈̫̥̗̼̜̥̭̯̗̻̖͎̞̅̑̏̊̔͆̉̊̽͋̉̇̄̌̅̀̿͒̆͆̿͋̌̍̈̈͆̌̅͌̾̇͒̕͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅu̵̧̜̘̲̩̻̦̟͚̯̗͍͇͓͖̣͖̼͓̣̦͉̖͈͙͔͇͖̯͈̹̖̫̅̾̽̅͆̓̉̒̇͌̈̔͂͑̀̌̓͂͛̈́̈́͜͜͠͝͝ͅl̸̨̡̢̢̟̹̰̦͚̻̭̟̲̥̟̖̙̱̪̝͕̭̝̝̟͖̫̣̣̙̤̪̫͈͖͕̻̮̃̅̆̾͋̔̾̓̈́̄̒̏̓̾͌́̈́̍͋̿̑̒̈́͆̕̚͜͜͜͝͝ḏ̴̡͉̤̼̙͉̺͓͓̻͕̹̦̱̪͖͚̝̝̺͓̀́͜…̸̺͉͉̖̬͉͇̣͍̰̺̌̍͛̑̈͘͝ͅ ̴̨̧̡͙̥̩̠̹̲͚̦̦̲̭̰̬͙̦͚̼̰̹̯͈̇͜͜ͅs̷̡̢̨̡̢͉̤̖̹̦̬̮̺̠̜̳͍̲̠̯͖͙̝̪̣̩̘̞̟͎̺͓͍̼͔̳̱̟̳̲͕̳̙̣͙̩͊̈́́̒͗͋͒͘͜͝ͅͅó̸̉̆̀̉̅͂̆̎̿̃̃̍̏̅̀͋̾̏͂̒̆͘͘͝͝͝͝͝��̧̢̤̣̖͕̼͕̠̟͔̣̗̰̳͈͙m̵̧̢̧̛̛̟̖̭̟̰̫̗̻̩̣̯͉͍̮̯̬̠̪̲̣̯̞̱͓̳̹͔̖̟̣̝̩͚͖͕͚͍̲͖̭̦͙͎͒̆̍̔̈̋̍͆͐̔̀̊̏̈́̍̃̀́̾̋̌̀̍̓͛̆̄̀͋̋͆̉͐͋̐͋̿́̈̎̐̎̕͜͝ë̶̢̨̨̨͕̭̰̲̭̲̲̜͔̼̼͕͕͓̪͔͍͕͉̜̜̪̣͉̪͓͉͈̮̻͍̜͇̱̙͇̤̳́̀̿͆̿̈́̇̐̈͂́́͛͗͌̆͌͌̇̒͂̈́́̈́̉̇͗͆͊̽̓̑͑͐͑͋̈͋̾̔͘͘̚̕͠͝ͅͅở̶̢̧͙̪̻͉̮͇̖̊̈́̿̌̒̈̂̈̈́̓̈́̏̐̂̌̔̿͂̈́́͗̒̆̑͛̍̽̾̍͘͝͝͠͝n̷̟̪̙͎̘͔̙͕̙̹͍̙͔̺̳̮͎͇̹͉͕͓͕̳̣̬͙̥̺̘͗́̎͠͝ͅę̵̨̢̡̡̡̠̘͙͓͍̠̳̹͎̩͚̤̼͚̝̠̜̬̳̜͖̤̝̱̺̘̺̖͚̺͌́̐̈̂̽̔͗̿͛̐̍̚͝ͅ ̷̢̡̛̼͍̭̯͈̳̱̰̞͍̱̦͔͓̯̹̮̗̬̻̗͓̯̜̹̗̙̳̭̫̟̖̣͆́̓̌̿͆́̓͒̃͆͑͌̊̆̄͌̌̊̄̑͆̀͑̿̑̑͗̎̒͘̕͝͝͝ͅẁ̶̡̡̦̦̗͉͍̩̮̫̠̖̖̦͈̭̎͂̈́́̂͆͐̌̌͛͊͑̓̓̽̈́̑͐̀̎̊̈͑̓̈́̃͌̈́́̐̑̃̋͊̓̀͛̆̿̕̕͝͠͠h̶̢̧̢̧̬̺͚̱̻̬͍̹̦̱̗̻̤̳̱̮̗̱͕̫̗̜̱̬̞͇̭̖̼͚̫̻́̓̈́͛̎̈͆̎͒̅̿͜ͅͅơ̷̦̱̳̬͉̺̖̠̼͇͖̹̤̟̝̟͚͇̹̞͌̃͌̅̈́̍͂̋̒͗̈͛̄̾́͋̋́̂̇̉̽̌́̇͑̈̀̿̀͗̀̉̚͝͝ ̴̢̧̢̡͍̤̬̫̲̜͚̼̜̻͖̥̝̪͓̪̝̜̟̖̯̬͇͓̪̯̻͚̫͓͇͈͈̪̩̳̯̞̰̣͓͕͇̄̊͜w̷̨̨̩̳̖̰̺̘̭̥̼̟͖͔̩̭͕̗̦͉̘̫̼̔̂̿̈́͜ͅą̷̗̣̣̱̹̜͚͕̦̣̱̱̼̞̠̥͇͇̩͙̦̝͇͉̿̈́̈́͗̆̆ͅs̴̨̧̛̛͍̺̣͇̹̺̝̠̪̲̥͚͚̯̝̲͍͔̈́̐̀͗̒͆̐̐̇̈́͐̇̏̅̀̎̓̄̎̆͗̀̀̏̀̓̓̓̆͒̑̈́̈̂͜͝͠͠͝͠ņ̴̧͖̣̩̟̯͍̬̝͇͓̩̫͓̳̘͓̣̯̟͕̠̳̬̖͉̼̮͔͕̰̦̄̓̑̎͊̊̏̏̓͐̈͌̌́̑̌̓̊̿̐̈́̀̓̋̈́̐͘͝ͅ’̴̛̀̅̋̂̈́̄̈́́̀́͌̄̉̾́̂͗̂̑͂̈́̑̈̏͘̕͝͝͠��̡̨͓̝̘̤̗̯̻̤̹̺̝̗͖̀̄́̇̌̾͒͐̇̑t̸̢̨̢̻̖̬̟̹̘͚͖̞̟̟̤̮̮̟̯̥̻̜̰͉̼̫͕̼͉̘̜̦̾̽̈́͌̆͐̄́̋̔̿͛͋̄̚͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅ ̷̛̥̞̺̝̞͚͇̹̝͕̬͚͎͑̃̓̔̑̀̑̿̈́̈́̈́̊͒̀̋̅́̎̋̔͋͆̏͂̆̓̊̓̆̀͂̊̄̔̿͆͂͘͝͝͝ȩ̷̡̧̨̛͇̪̤̳̟͎̙̪̱̟͕͎̬͚̜͍̖̩̠̰̗̱̫͎͔̤̣̩̻̯͌̔̅͂̄̽̑̈̃̆̚̚͜͜v̸̡̡̧̥̮̯͍̪̞̲̞̬͔̱̪̟̳̜͈̰̼͉̞͖̲̱͕̩̙̩̞̤̻̫͔̯̖̲̦̦͈̳̮̹̠͇̙̌̉̀̇͐̈́̂́́̐͊͛͗͑̅̎͌͛͗̓̋͒͛̏͝͝è̵̡̢̡̨̢̡̫̞̖̼̙̳̝͎̦̪̫̰̘̹̟͖̞̱̗͈̣̫̦͓̩̝̪͓̣̱̥̌̀̾n̵̡̡̨̢̡̛̖̥̹̠̜͔̲̫̮̭͖̟̝͔̪͇̹̞̰̯̫̱̞̩̘̫̥̖̩̣̙͚͎̻͓̹̐̏̾͒̐̌̇̋͌̉̊̽̅̍̿͋̉̄̍͊̅́̎̀̐̂̋̀̈́͐̏͒̎͒̀̆̊͘͜͝͠͠ ̸̢̨̢̭̜̦̜̻̘̪̘̭͙̩̤̙̻̥̣̻̝̮͓̜̤̻̟͇͓̠̈́̍̈́̈́͛͛͒͌̽̌̅̏̇̅̓͂̂̍̒̎̍̃̃̃͂͒̆̄͋̑̓͌̅̚̚ͅͅb̵̢̧̢̧̡̢̗̤̗̫͍͓̺͓̥̰̜̳̻͉̤̩͙͖͖̩̹̫̰̣̖͎͖̭̘̜̤̳̠̠̠̺̣̭͆́̈́̅́̉̑̌̏͂̾̀̐̽̋̍̚̚͜͜ǫ̴̛̭̭̼͕̣͚̪̥̝̻̬̻̙̺͍̱̦͇̥̯͖̗̭̣̭̪͚͉̒̒̀́̋͐̈́́̓̋̓͗̎͌̐͒͋̾̊̏̏͐̕̚͜͠͝͝ŕ̴̢̨̨̨̪̜̦͍̜̟̜̤̞͖̫̟̹̻̻͓͇͖̫͉̤̜̟̳̩̳̯̼͔̠̻͇͓̣͎̀́̂̈́͜ṉ̴̢̫̗̦̞̜̺̘͆̈̐͊̉͒̓̍͛́̌̕͜͠͠͝͝ ̷̛̛͉̐͐̉̎̍̂̑̍̔̀͗͐̃̇̏̑̆͛͛͌̉͛̑̄̓͌̃͊̿̃̂̀͑͑͌͒̀͗̕̚̚̕̕͘͠͝i̵̧̢̢̹̲͔̥̯̲̬̱̙̗̘̺̯͔̖̜̞̳͇̗̩͚͔̤̤̙̭̠̾̆̅̀̎͗̆͒̏̂͗̓̓͆͊͛̎̈͌̋͊̔̀͂̏͂̓̕̕̚ͅn̴̢̛̯̞̗͇̭̫̺͖̼̈͆͌͂͆̂̊̎͑̓̂͛̄́̔͠͝t̴̨̧̧̖̦̼̖̣̹̲͎̬̬̙͕̺̟̣̭͓̜̞̗̻͈̗̼̙̣͕̮̳̞͍̲́̓̓̉͗̓̓͂̉̍̓͘͘͘͜͜o̴̡̡̢̡͈̳̜͙̦̬̲͍̠̖̜̤̠̙̬̬͖̞̣͈͉̖̹̿̊̏͌̐̄̎̐͂̈́̓̈́́͜͝ͅͅ ̸̧̛͉̹͈͕̥͉̘̗̬̞͈͖̝̜̝̬͔͓̻̩͔̖͖͔͍̞̻̖̩̤̗͉͔̝͈͈̮͉̼̭̜͗̾͒̆̀̾̈́͌̋͑̿͗͊̔̂̓̇̑̓̔̉͐́̀̀̈́̓͌͛̈͐͆̃̕͜͝͝͠͠ͅͅt̴̡̬̩̗͔̖͎̬̺̞̪̘̜̯̩̹̩͚̮̠͉͖̭͇̟̣̹̦͎͖̣̜͈̓͌̐͂̓̌̂͌́̊̈́͌̅͛̕̕͘̚͜͜͝ͅh̶̛̯͎̤̥͕͖̩̣̬̦͔͚̠̥̤̭̲͓̜̹̰͓̻͓̟̦̗̫̻͔͍͚̜͙̟͖̪͉̗̦̬͕̖̝̱͛̌̽̉̈́̒̀͒̔̊̅̅͋͑̉̔͂̄̃͛̐̋̌̎̿́͒̐͋͋͋̌́̅͝͝͝͠͝ͅȩ̵͍̻̻̈́̅̌͌̊̌̎̔̑̇̿̓̔͒͗̄͛́̿̽͗̏̑̏̎̍̽͑̏̃̆̊͊̽̿͛̋̐͌́̇͛͘̕̚ ̴̡̬̖̹̥̠͖̺̻̠͇̅̔̾̽̄̈́̇͌́͒̾̂̓̉͂̋̉̔͂̈́́͠͝c̴̨̡̡̘͍̣̞̻͍͍͖̱͓̼̤̩̟̳̣̠͉̯͎̰͔̹͍̩̲͕̩̤͔̼̋͜͝ͅơ̸̧̪̰̫̳͖͎͇̤͎̭̰̖̰̝̯̘͕̮̞̯̯͙͙̩͈͗̃̏̋͆̇̆̀́̾̎̑̈́́̚̚̚̕͠ư̷̢̩̖͈̝͚̞̬̜̜̬͓̙͙̳͕͙̠̪̠̹͎͉̭̠̪͎̄̉̍̽̊͊̀͐̑̌̎͒̄̐̉͑̑̂̀̑̃̉̿̅̒̄̐̿̕̕͝͠ͅͅͅͅn̸̢̢̤̞̭̺̰̻̙̭͍̮̠̙̼̭̜͇̞̟͚͙̉̔͐̌͌͠c̶̡̢̹͔̬̗̝̤̬̞̪̱̼̝̫̖͍͓̣̠̻͖̱̤͐̓̋͠i̷̢̡̜͈͓̹͚̗̲̺̯̱̠̲̜̰̾͋͆͐̀̐̾͗̀̾̀̇̌̈̓̅̔̌͂͊̿̀̇̔̋̇͘͘̚͜͝l̶̨̡̨̧̛͇̙̳͍̱̹̯̳̹̤̙̫͈͓͎̘͈̼͙̮͔̘̣̠̦͙̳͕̰̩̰̞̞̮̫̘̬̅͒̆̿̎̒̄͆̔͒̋̐͛̎͘͜͝͝͝’̸̙̙̣̼͙̼̞͙͎̪̿͗̇̏̀̄̉͋͐̽̓̿̌̿́͌̈́̉̐͌̔́̌̍̇̂͛͆̈́̀̄̃̃̐͠͝͝s̷͉̰̰͓̖̗̤͚̯̜͎͐̾̾̂͂̅̅̀͊̈̕ͅ ̵̧̧̨͚̳̟̞͙̹̞̪̘̝̠̲̭̣͖͕̘͍͙͇̬͈͕͎̯̙̊͑̀̒̐͐̉̍̊̍̓̌̏͑̿͑͑̆̆̀͛̑̔̿̿̅͊͛̐̂̄̎͛̈̌͗̚̚̚͜͠b̶̛̬̅̈́̽͑̋̿͌̀͛͗́͗͒̈́͆́̌̌̓͊̈́̊̇͊̏̏̔͘͘͝͠ļ̶̨̭͕̺̗̜͖̫͍͔̝̹̪̜̺̠̞͛̒̍̓̓̓̀̓̕ǫ̷̮͉͎̠̹̤͈̜̜͔̣̲͖̝̘̼̩͍̩̹̖̞̤̩͙͉̩̤͕̯̞͕̝͒͒̐̂̅̉̏́͂̆͆̂̆͗̿́̒͒̄̄̾̐́̅̀́͊̐̍̅̅͛̄͐͋̇͂̄͘̕͜͠͝ơ̷̧̡̖̘̠͓̳͓̮͓̥̑̆̃͆̌̑͂͊͛̌͒̐̊̐̀̂͌̿̽̉̊̂̕̚̚̕͘ḍ̶̢̨̧̹̦̺̖͙͉̙͎̫̮̳̙̰͙̦̮̩̰̳͎̟͓͇͇̹̮͎̦̱̲̦̱̝̮̎̈́̿̀̌̈́̉́͛̊̀͆̐̃́͆͂͂̀̈̀̚͘͠ͅļ̸̧̥͈̙͉̞̥̺͉͚̩̟̟̼̯̘̲̖̱̲̝̤̪̙̬̗̟̪̬͖͔͖͓͈͚̤̟̙̣̤̳̔̋̑͌̈͋́͛̒́͗͌͋̅͆͛̀͋̆̐̀͌͐͆̔͑̇͂͌̅̄̎͗̆̕͜͠͝͝͠͝͝͠i̷̱͍̬͚̫̬͉͚͙͊̽̋̈́̄̊̕ͅn̴̛̛͖̪̫͎̮̞̺͕̺͙͙̭͔̼̞̯͖̜̍̃͒̾̄̑̅̊̃͒̾̆̒́̓̍̆̎̈́͋͛̂̈́̐͌́̾͑̀̋͋͛̏̿͒̃͐͛̐̄̕̚͝͝͠͝ͅe!”

Youngho goes on another laughing spree as Raiden’s aura grows once again. You hear him sigh, the glow around him calming slightly once he does before he says, “Yes, sure, that maybe the truth, But we were both sent away, weren’t we? And what were you sent away for? Betrayal. You took not only the Xanthe tree’s power but also stole the powers of the rest of the village, for your own personal gain,” Raiden says, “And so the Xanthe tree deemed you unworthy, and then selected me as it’s new heir.”

“Which, guess what Youngho?,” Raiden says, a smug smile donning his face, “She’s my Xenia, not yours. You no longer hold the key to her heart nor the Xanthe tree’s power.” Youngho’s smug face disappears, instead being replaced by a solemn one. 

“That may be true Seungwoo,” Youngho says, looking Raiden dead in the eyes so that way he wouldn’t detect him starting to outstretch his hands, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do everything I can to capture that away from you.”

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“Please wake up,” you hear from above you. You’re pretty certain it’s Raiden or is it Seungwoo now? But your head feels like crap and is spinning every which way. You hold your eyes closed as you let your senses return to you one by one.

You could now feel Raiden’s arms supporting you, and you could hear his breathing just slightly. Eventually, you let your eyes start to flutter open, your headache intensifying even more as you did so.

The first thing you perceive is Raiden’s concerned face leaning over you, his eyes widening slightly in relief at the sight of you opening your eyes. However before he can say anything, a wave of dizziness crashes over you, causing you to bring your hand up to his cheek, as you were just trying to find something to hang onto.

His face flushes greatly and before he can ask you what you’re doing, you start to mumble, “Who are you exactly? What do you mean by Xenia? I just wanna go home…” you eventually trail off, your eyes looking up back into his tawny ones a final time before your hand slips off of his cheek and you eyes close once again, putting you into another deep sleep.

~~

Once again, your eyes started to flicker open, and just like last time, you were laying the smaller room of Raiden’s house. Except this time, it was nighttime, and the moonlight flooded in the room. The light globes that hung in each corner each now cradled a small ball of light that also illuminated the room in a mild light.

Even though you were laying down, you could see the little fairy-like orbs that floated outside of the window. But soon enough, your eyes started feeling strained from looking up for so long, so you secured them again, your head once again spinning.

Before you fully fall asleep again, you detect the sound of footsteps entering the room. You knew it was Raiden, as you heard the familiar sound of him sighing. Even with your eyes fastened, you could see his necklace lighting up, causing your bracelet to light up as well, warming your wrist slightly. 

Suddenly, you heard him sniffle, but it sounded more like a crying kind of sniffle than the allergy kind. And that’s when you felt a drop of water hit your face, startling you, and jolting your eyes open. Of course, as soon as they were open, you were looking right into Raiden’s tender brown ones. His eyes widen considerably as soon as he processes that your eyes are open.

He jumps back into the wall, and you sit up, scratching your head and yawning as well. “H-How long have you been awake?,” he asks hesitantly. “Not that long,” you say sheepishly, “I had woken up a few minutes before you came in, but I was just trying to get some more rest.” He nods slowly, definitely relieved. “Sorry for crying on you,” he says simply.

“Why were you crying anyways?” you inquire. He looks away from you shamefully before you, “I think Youngho may have placed a curse on us. And,” he pauses choking on the tears that still remained in his eyes, “And I was fearful that I would never know your name or never get to apologize for the way I handled you all of those nights ago.”

You feel your eyes water slightly and quickly bring your arm up to wipe the tears away before they fall. As your arm falls back down to the floor, you can see Raiden’s tears falling down his face, the tear tracks brightened by the moonlight engulfing the room. “W-we barely know each other,” you say softly, your eyes casting out the window, “So why are you crying about that? I don’t even know what name I should call you by. And I can’t even figure out what you desire from me, someone who was brought here from another world. What could I possibly possess that is so important to you and Youngho too? Who or what is a Xenia? Am I the Xenia? What am I meant to do? I just want to go home-” You clamp your hand over your mouth after realizing you had been rambling, a habit that you’ve never really been able to break. 

“Call me Seungwoo,” he says, “That’s my real name. Raiden is just a name given to me by Elder Xanthe.” He sighs, his eyes landing on your own for once. “Xanthe is your mother, correct?,” you ask, observing how his eyes had suddenly adapted a gentle look onto them. Seungwoo nods, fiddling with his necklace before he says, “Yeah, she is.”

“So, what exactly is this curse that has been placed upon us by Youngho?,” you ask. Seungwoo sighs and says, “We already have one curse placed upon us, actually, besides whatever Youngho has afflicted us with.” Your eyebrows quirk up again, and Seungwoo continues, “My necklace and your bracelet bind us together, as I’ve explained before. However, my necklace was given to me by Xanthe after Youngho was banned from the village. It signifies I am the heir to the Xanthe tree’s power.”

“However, before Youngho was banished forever, he had placed a hex upon the necklace. The curse is said in our native language, which is something only the members of the council, I and Xanthe can speak, so I’ll translate it for you,” he says, taking in a deep breath before he continues, “

On this day that I am led astray

Misfortune will discover the captor of this strand

Prohibit this soul from entering our village so

And gradually convert their soul to darkness

Only a visitor from another world can redeem them

A descendant of our precious Xenia

Will save their lonely soul

But shall they fail to fix the wrong

The word shall bow to despair

A silence fills the room when he finishes, the words echoing through your mind. ‘So essentially, I have to save him from this curse, with no freaking instructions on how to do so,’ you think frantically, ‘And does this mean I’m a descendant of some sort of God? What the hell is going on?’

Your eyes subconsciously shift towards Seungwoo’s again, and once you realize your staring at him, you notice every emotion that he’s trying to repress in his eyes. “Seungwoo…,” you say gently, “Why are you so scared? And sad? Haven’t I come to fix things? Does it have to do with Youngho’s curse?”

Seungwoo huffs quickly, a hesitant smile appearing on his face. “I can’t believe you’re able to read me so well, it’s kinda scary…?,” he trails off, quirking his head at you, and you instantly recognize he’s asking for your name. “Y/n,” you say, smiling slightly. “Y/n.” Seungwoo says firmly, smiling a bit more.

“I know this isn’t pleasant but I haven’t exactly figured out what kind of curse he placed on us, but I can tell it has to do with you being around me,” Seungwoo says thoughtfully, “I think his strategy is to try and divide us so that way he can capture you and either kill you or mind control you.” You shudder at the thought, your mind straying back to the council meeting.

“Raiden clearly already likes you,” Makani starts, “He does not simply bring anyone by to our village that he hasn’t been in for many years. If you were anyone else, he probably would’ve killed you on the spot.”  You open your mouth to ask Seungwoo if what Makani had said was true, but you clamped it shut after recognizing the nature of the question.

Seungwoo, however, notices your grimace you make when you close your mouth and says, “Do you have something you want to ask me y/n?” He leans down towards you slightly, and you swiftly look away from his intense gaze.

“U-uh, well,” you start shakily, “When I-I went to the council meeting with Xanthe, Makani had said that if I hadn’t been who I was, you would’ve killed me on the spot. Is that true?” you finish quietly, the gravity of the question hanging over the two of you. Seungwoo sighs and turns his back from you, choosing instead to look out of the window.

“No, it’s untrue,” Seungwoo says solemnly, “Even if I had tried killing you, the bracelet protects you from my magic. I would’ve figured out that you were my Xenia that way.” He turns halfway back to you, his chest and necklace charm now illuminated by the faint moonlight. “What or who is Xenia anyways? And why am I called that? What’s up with Youngho, what’s his story?”

Seungwoo giggles softly at your words, smiling preciously at you. When he finally looks at you, you notice the faint golden glow radiating from his eyes. “W-what are you doing?,” you ask nervously. “I’m looking through my memories,” Seungwoo says serenely, his golden, tawny eyes panning up towards the ceiling, seemingly looking at nothing, “It’s been a while since everything went down.”

His eyes suddenly fly down and lock right onto yours. A gaze settles between the two of you, and your soul slowly starts to slip from your body. However, before your soul launches into another memory spiral, Seungwoo’s soul shoots out of his body as well, grabbing onto your transparent hands before saying, “Sorry, I should’ve told you what I was doing. Your soul came out of your body a lot faster than I was expecting, though.”

“Soooo,” you start, “What exactly are we doing?” Seungwoo smiles at you and says, “We’re travelling to the past, to obtain the answers you seek.” Your eyes widen, and Seungwoo just smirks in response before clutching your right hand tightly, and blasting off into the sky, the vibrant blue light encasing the two of you just like last time.

However, instead of your souls simply passing over the landscapes to your destination, the two of you are sucked into a portal, picture after picture passing you by. None of them look familiar to you, but you do recognize the people in them. Lei, Feng, Van, Makani, Xanthe, and even Youngho pass by you, and you see little baby versions of Minhee, Dongpyo, Dohyon, Junho, Eunsang, and Hyeongjun.

Soon, the memories start to slow, and an actual setting starts to appear before you. You recognize where you are instantly, the broad branches of the Xanthe tree extending over your heads. However, before anything starts to play out, Seungwoo turns to you and says, “You have to hold my hand the whole time. If you let go, you will be flung into a spiral of history, and I may be unable to retrieve you, essentially rendering your mortal body soulless.”

You shudder, squeezing Seungwoo’s hand tightly. As you look up, he smiles at you softly and says, “I won’t let you go anyways, so don’t be afraid.” You look down slowly, a delicate blush creeping its way onto your face, however, your eyes catch onto some movement.

“Seungwoo, look,” you say quietly, using your other hand to point towards the people who were approaching you. His head immediately turns towards the scene, and his face remains expressionless as the two of you focus on the memory playing before you.

Once the figures are close enough, you identify Xanthe and a guy that resembles Seungyoun very closely. ‘Must be his father or older brother,’ you think before focusing on the scene again. “What do you mean you’ve seen a vision where Youngho is no longer the heir? He is your son Xanthe!”

“I am aware Youngchul,” Xanthe says calmly, “But he will betray us in the months to come. Seungwoo will take his place.” Youngchul’s eyes widen again, and he paces forward so he is walking backwards in front of Elder Xanthe. “Seungwoo, Youngho’s twin brother? Your other son who is nowhere near as strong as Youngho?”

Xanthe merely nods, leaving Youngchul standing in shock for some reason. You take a brief glance up at Seungwoo and you notice his face is stoic, but you can see the hurt behind his eyes. Something jabs at your heart, and you force yourself to look away from him.

Seungwoo suddenly steps forward, guiding your bodies towards where they were going. “This can’t be true Xanthe!,” Youngchul exclaims, finally catching back up to Xanthe, “It’s Youngho’s destiny to lead us.” Xanthe shakes her head solemnly, “It is no longer his destiny, Youngchul, he is going to betray us for the Empire.”

At that notion, a foul atmosphere closes between the two of them. Youngchul’s eyes darken, and he lets out a simple sigh. “I’ll trust you Xanthe, but that doesn’t mean I don’t harbour doubts,” Youngchul states simply, “Seungwoo isn’t fit to take the Xanthe tree’s power. We all witnessed it. Only Youngchul could take it, he was the first born of your twins afterall-”

“Youngchul,” Xanthe says sternly, silencing him, “Aren’t you having your first son soon?” Youngchul cocks his head at her but says, “Yeah, in a few months, why?” Xanthe looks up, a thin layer of clouds slowly surrounding them before a light drizzle of rain started to fall.

“How would you feel if you had to banish your own son?,” Xanthe says solemnly, and you swear you could hear regret in her voice. Youngchul’s face pales, and a gust violently explodes past the two of them, even shaking yours and Seungwoo’s souls a bit. “I understand now, Xanthe,” Youngchul says, “What do you require me to do?” However, Xanthe provides no reply and simply walks towards the Xanthe tree which has now appeared on the horizon.

Before you can express anything to Seungwoo, the two of you are once again launched into another time chamber, this one passing by much quicker. However, once you arrive, an event is already taking place. You recognize the village, but your mind finally processes the fact that it is burning.

You hear a sniffle from above you, and you see a singular tear roll down Seungwoo’s face. Knowing you couldn’t do much right now, you simply squeezed his hand. Focusing your eyes back onto the village, you realize you can’t smell the smoke coming from the fires, nor is it burning your eyes.

A familiar yellow aura rises up in front of you, and you know from the subtle pounding of your heart that it’s Seungwoo. He looks only slightly younger, and his eyes are filled to the brim with rage, just like they were when he fought Youngho the other night.

Speaking of Youngho, a deep red aura shoots up from the flames and directs itself right at Seungwoo. However, before he can cause any damage. Seungwoo charges up his fist and slams into Youngho’s rushing body.

It seemingly does nothing, as your eyes spend the next five minutes darting around the sky as the two of them fly around and battle. However, after Seungwoo lands a notably severe blow on Youngho, the two of them stop, almost as if the catch their breath. 

The two of them remain floating in the air, merely holding an intense, fiery gaze between them. “Stand down brother!,” Seungwoo exclaims, his voice echoing through the forest. Youngho’s eyes light up, a deep crimson hue filling his irises. A large, gloomy cloud cover appears over you in a moment’s notice. Yellow and red thunder flashes throughout, depending on where you looked.

Seungwoo’s grip on your hand is firm, and you can tell he definitely wasn’t expecting to relive this memory, nor did he want to. Youngho’s signature laugh suddenly rings out, filling out the empty silence that had been present only moments ago. “And what makes you think I’ll do that? I already have everything I need and want for my plan to pan out, and not even you or Xanthe can stop me now!”

His voice booms outward, almost if he had a megaphone. Seungwoo flinches at his words, a dark look crossing his face. “That’s what you want to believe Youngho,” Seungwoo says sternly, “But you’re too blind to reallize that Xanthe’s known what you’ve been up to for a long time. You didn’t forget she has visions, right?”

Youngho’s face pales, and he takes in a deep breath. “Give it up Youngho! You’ll never ever accomplish what you want,” Seungwoo exclaims, extending out his hand which starts to glow a vivid yellow. Youngho charges forward, thrusting his palm into Seungwoo’s, immediately sending a red blast of power through his hand, knocking Seungwoo back.

Seungwoo looks down to make sure he’s still grasping your hand, before launching forward in the direction that the vision Seungwoo went. Before Seungwoo lands or the two of you catch up to him, you already see exactly where Seungwoo is going to land.

The Xanthe tree.

Despite all of the trees around it burning, the Xanthe tree simply adopted a scarlet look to its leaves. As Seungwoo stops the two of you, the vision Seungwoo slams into the base of the Xanthe tree, causing a yellow ripple to go up the Xanthe tree’s bark, the leaves even flashing gold for a second before returning to the deep scarlet color.

Youngho slams down onto the ground in front of Seungwoo, and the light radiating from his ruby aura enables you to see Seungwoo more clearly. There’s a drip of blood running down from the top of his face, and you can see the numerous bruises that coat his chest and arms. “Ya know Seungwoo,” Youngho starts, “You’re also an idiot… thinking you could persuade me to stand down like that.”

He steps forward, stomping his left foot right onto Seungwoo’s face. This shoves the back of his head right into the Xanthe tree, making Seungwoo cry out in pain. “Look at you now, you’re so weak, even just from one blast of my power.”

“Xanthe’s a damned fool if she thinks you can take my place,” Youngho says, rapidly shooting a piece of spit right next to Seungwoo’s face. Suddenly, Seungwoo’s hand lurches up, grabbing Youngho’s ankle. He then grips it even tighter, and pushes Youngho’s foot off of his face.

Youngho stumbles back a bit, surprised by Seungwoo’s suddent actions. “Ah, so you do have a bit of fight left in you,” Youngho states, finally showing off his signature smirk, “We’ll just see how long that lasts.” He darts forward again, directing his fist right at Seungwoo’s face. 

Seungwoo simply casts his left arm outward, sending out a small lightning wave that knocks Youngho back a few feet. He finally stands up and faces the Xanthe tree before Youngho has recovered from the blow. 

He gently presses both of his palms into the tree and starts chanting in a language you can’t understand. Youngho stands up about 30 seconds after Seungwoo starts and his eyes widen considerably once he realizes what Seungwoo’s doing. 

Youngho rushes forward in the blink of an eye, but a significant rumble from the earth knocks him back once again. A powerful aura is eminating from around Seungwoo, and bolts of lightning are shooting out from the golden glow that’s fixated itself back around his body.

Seungwoo flashes his hand forwards and large gust of wind sweeps from it, somehow managing to extinguish all of the fires ravaging through the village. When Youngho finally stands up, his crimson eyes fade to brown, and his face pales once he sees Seungwoo flying high above. 

“I’m sorry Youngho,” Seungwoo says solemnly, carefully starting to float back to the ground, “I couldn’t allow you to take advantage of our people and mother’s magic like that.” As he finally lands on the ground, the intense yellow glow around him fades, and Seungwoo extends his hand out to Youngho. “Take my hand brother, and promise that you will never do something like this again… and I will not banish you. Choose wisely.”

A silence occupies the space between them, and a force moves you downwards so that way the two of you are standing pretty much in between them. Youngho jumps himself off of the ground, and sets his hand in Seungwoo’s, however, not before he charges up a bright ball of light. He slams his hand into Seungwoo’s, most likely expecting the magic to rip through his body.

However, it does nothing, and the light dissipates rapidly. Seungwoo’s face darkens once again, and he says softly, “I’m sorry brother.” A golden glow starts glowing from the hand that is currently grasping Youngho’s. Youngho seemingly realizes what is going on and frantically tries to pull his hand out of Seungwoo’s grasp.

However, once he realizes he can’t pull his hand away, he resorts to shouting pleas. “Seungwoo, please don’t do this! I know I should’ve listened to you. I still have time to right my wrongs! Please, please, please don’t do this to me!” Seungwoo clearly considers him for a second before saying, “You’re lying.”

The world freezes, if only for an instant and everything in about a 50 foot radius of Seungwoo have seemingly disappeared, including Youngho. After the dust settles, Seungwoo simply turns around, heading back towards the village. The mysterious force pulls the two of you alongside him, and you can see the almost shock-like expression laid upon Seungwoo’s face. 

As soon as he walks back into the clearing of the village, you can see Xanthe waiting along with Youngchul, Feng, a very young-looking Van, a woman who must be Makani and Dohyon’s mother as Makani is right next to her, and a girl who also looks to be about Seungwoo and Youngho’s age.

Seungwoo, who had been showing zero emotion thus far, stumbles over to Xanthe, falling into her surprised embrace, “I-I-I,” he starts to sob out, “I banished him mother, I banished my brother!” He falls to the ground, continuing to sob there. Everyone who’s standing in front of him adopts a solemn and rage-filled expression onto their face. 

‘I can’t even imagine how upset they must be that the future leader to their people betrayed them like this,’ you think, taking another brief glance up at Seungwoo’s face. His eyes are tear-filled, and you can see he regrets banishing Youngho with pretty much his entire being. You squeeze his hand, causing him to look down at you, his expression changing slightly to show a bit of surprise.

You smile up at him sweetly, and Seungwoo doesn’t look away from you, even as you look back down at the scene. Naturally, he’s still in shock from reliving that memory, but once he realizes, a shy, pink blush crawls onto his cheeks. He shakes his head, trying to get rid of it, but your kindness touches him.

Anyways, Xanthe doesn’t say anything, but you can tell she is deeply troubled by this. “You shouldn’t have been able to do that. You have nowhere near enough power to banish Youngho like that.” Seungwoo stops crying for a second and stutters out, “I withdrew some of the Xanthe tree’s p-power. I’m s-sorry.” Xanthe’s face dawns in realization and she says, “Ahh, that’s why this was returned to me.”

Her hand lights up in a pale white glow and Seungwoo’s necklace suddenly appears in her palm. “You should have this my son, it will contain the Xanthe tree’s power until you are actually ready to possess it.” Xanthe steps forward to give Seungwoo the necklace but she is interrupted by a shrill cry. “Did you really banish Youngho, Seungwoo?,” the girl who looks about their age cries out, “How could you just do that without thinking? You’re such a heartless monster Seungwoo!”

“Tomoko, I gave him a chance, many, I swear-,” Seungwoo starts, but she marches right up to him and places the tip of her pointer finger right on his chest, digging her fingernail into his skin slightly. “I’m not standing by this if this ruthless monster is our future ruler. I should’ve just joined Youngho when the empire offered us power. I’m such a fool!”

She removes her finger from Seungwoo’s chest, and a large root grows from the ground underneath her. It quickly grows, propelling her beyond the horizon before anyone even has a chance to halt her. Once she had gotten far enough away, the root had started vanishing. Xanthe had simply sighed and stepped forwards to give Seungwoo the necklace again. She places it in Seungwoo’s hands and says, “When you place it around your neck, it will take all of your powers except for the ones you were born with.”

“Do not take it off until you can confirm you are ready for its power. This is not something to take lightly Seungwoo,” Xanthe says, and you watch as Seungwoo visibly gulps. Nonetheless, he shakily slips the necklace over his head, and his eyes go wide as soon as he sees the massive ball of magic that starts emerging from him. Soon enough, only a trickle of magic is coming out of Seungwoo, and the magic ball suddenly sucks itself into the necklace, disappearing in only a few seconds.

Seungwoo’s eyes are still wide from shock again, and he says, “Things are happening too quickly Xanthe, I-I don’t think I can stay here.” Without hearing her or anyone else’s reply, he zooms off in the direction of what you know will become his future home.

But just as you see Elder Xanthe fall to her knees, the two of you are whipped into a time vortex once again, flying through more memories. It takes a while to reach where it was sending you next, but once you arrive, you immediately observe how the village houses are still in construction and as the force guides you to the location of the Xanthe tree, you see zero of its familiar expansive branches. 

As you enter the clearing, you see a middle-aged woman digging a hole in the soil. She stands up, quickly dusting her hands off before turning around to observe the clearing. “I know Elder Lastias tasked me with planting this tree…,” she says, trailing off, allowing you to get a proper look at her face. ‘She looks familiar… but where or why would I have seen her before? That doesn’t make any sense.’

“Shouldn’t he just ask Xanthe? She is his daughter after all,” the girl says, “But even if I said that, he merely would give me the ‘it’s your destiny Xenia’ crap. Oh well, I suppose I’ll never understand the village folk. I am from the Empire after all.” You and Seungwoo immediately look at each other, stunned. 

You knew you were both thinking something along the lines of, ‘That’s Xenia… and she’s from the Empire?! She’s also not the daughter of the Elder, meaning she’s not the heir to the Xanthe tree’s power… then why is she the Princess??’

The two of you immediately glance back down at her, wondering what’s going to happen next. “I suppose I should just get along with planting this tree thingy,” she says, “But what’s the point, it’s not going to mean anything to me and it’s getting me nowhere close to gaining Okliven as our allies.”

“Plus what if something happens to me?,” she questions, “I won’t be able to go on any more adventures with Xanthe, or even have a moment of free time, cause I’m returning to the palace once again,” she continues, her face displaying dismay at the thought of returning home, “And I’ll have to be Princess Xenia once again, all prim and proper.”

She slowly falls to her knees again, opening her palm to reveal a glowing, golden seed, probably about 3 inches in length. Without dwelling on it any longer, she flings the seed into the hole she dug and shoves the excess dirt back over the hole, sealing it closed.

After sitting there for a few seconds, she stands up and turns around, starting to take a few strides from where the seed was planted before saying, “I was really expecting more from that honestly, like-”

Just as she was about to finish her sentence, a massive outpouring of power started emerging from where the seed was planted. She whips back around quickly, bracing herself against the force of the power. It slowly starts calming down, until only a soft wind is coming off of the area. 

She walks back over to the spot, and all of you observe how the ground there is glowing. Xenia slowly reaches out her hand, and softly touches the glowing dot in the grass. A small white spiral starts to expand from the spot where she touched, and she quickly stands up as it starts to expand. “What the…,” she mutters, “What is this?” Even though the border of the void is nearing her feet, she leans in over the edge anyways, trying to see if she can see anything in it. 

Just as she is about to step backwards, it expands again, completely taking away the ground that was underneath her feet. Before she fell, however, she turned back at the sound of voices coming from behind her. It was Xanthe and who you assumed to be Elder Lastias, running at full force towards Xenia. Before you could even hear what they were shouting, Xenia fell into the blank void now, not even screaming as she disappeared into the white space, a small lightning bolt charm also following her into the void.

J̵̡̨̪̱̐̍̅̏̈́̕u̵̢̢̞̝͕̝̭̩̙͔̳̤̔̂͌̄̒̉̈́̐͋͐̔́̈͘̚ͅš̵͓̣̞͕͓͍͓̜̭̟̫̄ț̵͔̹͇̹͂ ̶̨̟̮͎͎̲̱͍͊̾̽̋̃̂͗̀͆̕͝͝͠͝͠a̵͕̾͛̊̉̽́͊̇̄̽͐͝s̷̢̗̣̦̫̤̣̗̣̹̹̩̖̑̏̽́̀ ̴̛̬̩͈̣͎̪̥̩͉̮͐̒̒s̶̟̣͍̺͈̞͕̖͈̉̈͋͒̐̅́̐̽̿̓͋͂͜h̷̤̱̥̠̝̫͍̲̕ể̵̞̪̰̂̆̇̚ͅ ̴̪̳̂̄͗͌̉͛͑̊͒͗̆̋̾͘͠i̷̧̛͉̣̘̇̊͒͂͂̌̌̄͘s̵̘̺͎̖͎͙̠̬͈̜̠̳̼͛͐̆́̽̊͂͋͝͠ ̵̠̮͓͎̿́͛͒á̵̧͈̪͈̗̪͍͜b̴̼̻̪̤͛͛͊́͝ö̵̹͈́̐͊̈́̂̿̆́̾́͐͘u̶̝̮͑̒̾̍͑̎͋t̷̢̨̢̛͙̻̞̮̠͚̼͚̪͎̆̈̾͜ ̸͉̙̟̆̀̑͌͗̀̈̉̌́̕̕͜͝t̵̛̰̝̺͎̳̙̓͑̊̾̏̒̑̍̕̕ơ̴͈̹̔̏͒̒ ̷̧͇̃͜s̴̠͖͑̅̈́̆͌̍̇̒͊̈́̀̄͗̄͝ṭ̴̛̛͍͙̥̣̭̳̋̓̌͌̀̾̌̽̕͝͝e̵̡̛̖̊p̷̧̡̪̺͓͎͙͚͖͔̩͖̉ͅ ̴͓̱̒́̽̿̈́̈́̑͘͜͝͝b̴̡̻̺̰͂̏̋̄͊͛̇͆͌̃̀̎͘͝à̷̰̱̰̍͒͋͒͐̂̿̌̚͝͝ͅc̷͎̣͖̔k̸̗̬̭̽̏w̴̩̻͍͉̲͚͊̽̓͐͠a̵̢̬̤͍̼͈̥͔̙͙̯̬͇̩̣͌͝͝r̴̥̞͉̙̈͑̀́͗͋̏̄̀̒ͅd̴̢̙̟̗͙̮͎̝̎͂̽̓̕ͅs̵̼̽̔̆̈́̒̍͂̇͋̌̓͌͠,̴̡͎͍͖̖̮̯̝̱̗̮̉̓̈́͑͝ ̴̛̛̛̼̰̲̞̲̹̫͍̹̍̈́͑͂̅̇̀̄̉͝ĩ̷̧̱͕̪̟͙͙͇̯̈́̓̆̈́͆͌̌̓̀͘ṱ̶̦̜̙̺̻̙͑́͂͒̏́̇͗͘ ̵̢̨͚͙̠̗̱͎̙̲̭̩̹̋̐͐̀̉͐̿̕͜ͅẹ̴̳̳̘͎̞̾̏̆́̐̄͒̉̎͗̈́͗̏̈́̚x̴͖̗͔̣͛̍͗͂̓̈͋̂̋̋̎͘͝͝͠p̴̩̬̥͓̰͆͜ͅa̴̧̺̺̟̲̬͖͎̮̖̔͛͑̏̐̉͗͐̕͘͜ń̴̼̠̦̟̙̗́̋͜d̸̡̺̼͉̺̫̱̫̘͈͚̩̝͛̈́͊̐͘̚͜͝͠s̸̢̛̛͇̟͔̅̓̈́̈̄̅̽͝͝ ̸̯̃̀́̓̐̀̿́́͋͘͠ã̷̧̨͚̲̂̉̾̔͛̊̂̍̄́̎͘g̴̢͙̞̻̭̣̦̙͎̱͂̃͛͝a̷̡̢̦̰͍̣̩͚̮̫͍̥͉͙͓̿̌i̵̢̞͉͕̟̪̲͈̥̱̍̃͌͑͒́̊͂͒̑͑͘͝͝n̸̞̟̝̔̓͊̋̈́ͅ,̸̛̝̫͚͈̾̀̀̇̍̽́͠͝͝ͅ ̷̢͇͖̻͉̪͖͍̝̭͓͙̦̾͂̎̇̑̑́̚͝c̶͔̜̤͍͍̱̥̱̣̮͔̜̟̘͋ͅö̶̧̰̩͈̙̥̜͓̖̥̳̲̙́̀̓͑̓m̷̬̓̐̈́͌̊̑͘p̶̛̛͉̫̻͚̲̍̆͌̀͂́̀̇͌͊̂̀̈́͜l̸̬̝̣͚̠̭̙̓ė̶̢̡̯͈̦̬̬͍̘͌̆̒̀̑͑̓̒͘̚͜͝ẗ̶͔̝͔͔̼̳̦̻̪͇̬̹́͂̌̄͜e̶͈͍̪̰̝͑͌͒̎̈̅̂̚͘͠ľ̷͍̭͈͍̗͈̜̝̱̠̜͔̥̄̑̏̆͌̓̈͊̈́̓̓ͅy̷̟̙̙̘̺̹͛͂ ̸͚͉̫̪̗̩̳͎̯̥̹̈́̓͑̍͑̌̒̂́͘̚͘͜t̸̮̼͇̀̓ǎ̵̰̫̼̻̹̣͉̙̥̪̞̬̽͋͗̊̽͒̄̚̚͜͝͝͝k̶͍̭͙͔̬̹̬̘̖̇̆͐̈̔̓͒̓̀͝i̶͒͗͒͒̓̌��͖̹n̵̨͈͉̭̋̔̃̈̈́̌̾̈́̀̾̔͘͝͝g̵̢͍̺̹̣̙̈́̋̊̃̆̀̿͒͋̒̄͛̒͝͠ ̵̛̲̭͙̥̯̒̉́̂͋̉̈́̑̓̉̈̚͠ȧ̶̦͍͈̣̗̖͙̀ẅ̷̹͕̳͙̜̖̩͎̬̩̘́̓̉͑̍̾̉̓̈͜͝ͅa̷̡̛͔̪̝͉͔͔̠̼̥͍͔͔̒̿͛̓ͅy̷̧̧̻͓͙͖̰̬̳̖͚̗̦̓̍̉̀͘͠ ̵̳̪͔̻͔̖̫͙͚̿͒̍̉̈́̈́̀͛̋͊̔̆͋͘͠t̵̟͕̻̮̑̅̎̒͆̑̉̕̚̚̕̕͝h̵͚̩̺͎͌̇͊̇͊̐͂͂͐̅͂̅̽̇̾ẻ̸͓͙̣̻̞͓͎̣͉̰̗͓͈̏̐͘͝ ̵̫̩͕͖̻̠̻͚̕g̴͇̼̗̹̜͖̈́̐̾̒̕͝r̵̡̡̛̛͙̤̰̻̥̠̮̺̟͐͂̽͋̏͊̈́o̸̢͖̝͈̳͔͆̈́̏̌̈́̎̃̒͋̆͘û̵̢͚̹͛̀̉n̵͈̈́͂́͋̓̍̎́̚̕d̴̢̨͓̰̦͎͎̥͈̱͔̙͈͗̍̉ ̵̰̯̹̜̩͈̳̲͔̩̘̓͊͋̐t̷̯̜̫̞̝͍͈̞̓͆h̴̢̻̭̟͙͙̜̻̼̝̫̥̐̈̋͆̐͑̆͂̈́͋̚͜a̷̙̱̫̐̆̒̄͘t̴̢̧̢͈̘̍̎̔̑̅̍̑̀̿͛͘͜͠ ̷̛͉̝̰̟̓̎͊̊̓͗̉̈́̊̉͋͝w̶̤̏̔̔̏ă̶̡͙̫̫̹͓̥̩̬̳̭͎͕̄̿͐̏̾̇̀͂̓͒̕͠͝s̵̛̼̥̙̔́͌̀́̑̃͐ ̸̧̡̟̻̬̯̠̹̩̥͔̜̔̅́̇̒̂̅͐͘ṷ̴̽̋͐́̆̉̌̈́͂͐́̊̽n̵̛̮̝̓͐̚d̷̨̬̳̝̟̝̩͕͈̂̎̽́̐̇͐̈́̍͜ẽ̸̛͙͙̹̮̣̼͓̻̬̆̀̇̊̂̓̍̋̾ͅȑ̸̛̟̖̘͗̀̑̾͌̐̋̃̓͋ͅn̵̖͍͋̐͗̽́̈́́̑̓̊ȩ̵̬̗̮̿̆a̵̳̲͈̼͒̀ţ̷̥̘̤̐́͐́̒͛̕͘h̶̢̪̼̭̫̞̫̣͙͇̗̓͋̔̊̊͑͒͜͝͠͠ ̸̨͔̗̩̙̩̻̖̟͇̥͙͖̯͐̃̌̑͜h̴̹̥͕͚̘̠͖̯̫̠͖̿͗̚e̶͈̗̅́͝r̷̡͖̬̥̻̬̺̳̱͚̘̩̈́̑̏ ̴̤̟̠̜̓͋͛̉͆̐́̑͘͜͠͝f̴̧̝̜̪̺̖̝͆̎̈̈͒e̶̬̮̫̓̿̇̂͋͆́̃͐̑̓͋͌͑͝ê̵̢̧͇̮͎̻̆͌̃̊̐͗͋͘t̶̛͔̐̇̓̓̓̾̔͒̐͒͝.̵̡̡͚̩̫̭͈̹̖̣̂͂̽̍̐̀͐͆̐͐͝ͅ ̶̡̡͎̖͓̳̯̫́͑̒̓̐̋͛̆̚̚B̷̨̨̨͍̝͓̠̞̳̦̪̝̜̽͒̒̍̊͊̒́̎͑̽̈́̐͌̚͜e̸̛̦̱̹̦͎͕̗̰̙̞̰̳̤͍͆̅̿̒͂̀̂̎̏̓̏̕͜͝͝f̷̧͉͆͜o̸̤̯̜̯̿̈͋̉́͆̀͊͠r̸͚̞͍̟͈̰̟͖̫͆̆͛̃͋̊́̂͘ḙ̸̢̡͈̥̦̮͈̱̯̘̜̔̿͐͌̇͌̽̿̐̕͘̚͝͝ ̸̢̟̟̫̜̀́̈s̸̠̺͇̗̱̤̐̏̃̿͋͒̋̽ͅḩ̴͙̫̲̠͎̞̳̺͓̀̀̃͋́̓̆͜͜ẻ̷̳̭̰͍̹̲̱̯́̈̒̽͂̅̀̄̇̓͂̚͘͘ ̷̗̳̻͎͒̉͆̀͂͝f̴̬̖̱̥͚̼͎̻̰͍̺̽͋̓́̒̄̅̂̃̕ͅę̴̡̳̟͚̼͕̫̣̻͕̟̘̞̔̀͋̓̃̃̅̕͘ͅļ̴̹̜̜̺̎̈́̀̍͐l̷̡̛̥̞̔͒͐͛͊̉̏̾͠,̸̥̆̈́̑̅̔̓͘ ̷̛͕̥̯͓̹̗̇͛̂̇̆ĥ̶͈̯̺̫͍̜̜̺̳͉͍̀̈͝ơ̷̘͈͚̬̫̘̻̲̣̺̦̣͍̜̺̎̆̐͑̽̓̆̐́̋̿̒̃̕w̵̧̢̛̞̟̳͓͚̙͇̤̺͓̽̾͌͒̃ḙ̶̢̗̪̯̰͕̗̲̠̞̘̻̌̿̈́̈́̓͐͊̈̂͐̎̀͝͠v̵̡͈͚̞͙͕̯̰̻̌̀̈́́̀̒̅̈̚è̴̡̬̜̝̮͓͊̓̃̃̊̾̆͘r̷̥̭͖͕̭̱̥̀̓̉ͅ,̸̟̯̳͔̙͒̔̀̃̉̀͗̊͂̽͌͝͝ ̵͓̪̻̭̠͎͛̑̎̄͆̓̚͝s̷̡̡͍̘̥̱̝̭̭̘̫̯͂́̈̓͒͋̈́̌̚͝͝ḧ̴̫͉́̚e̷̢̛̗̝̹͈̟͊͗͆̂́̽̂͠ ̷̡̠͍͇̱̽̈́̉͋͊̊̾͘̕͘͜͝t̶̖͎̗̟̅̒̈́̾̈́̑̃͋̾͆͂̀̕ǘ̶̗͇̥̭̲͚̤͇̬̝͉̳̣̹̂̽͊͐̓̀͊̽̾̋̍͊r̶̡̢̢̹͚͎͙̖̗̙͕̮̝͔̻̂̒̑̍͗̈́̈́̏̈́̇̈́̚̕̚n̸̔̍͋̽̎́̕̕͘͜͝ę̷̨͖̥̮̱͚͎̬͎͒̿̈́̌̒̅͌͋̽̕͜͝͝ḑ̸̝̹̠̪̥̻̺͍̭̪͔͓̟͌̆̓̉̑̈́̆̓̕̚̚̚͝ͅ ̴͉̫͕̘͖͂͌͗̋̀̿̿̕͝͝b̶͔̟͇̘̰͙̪͍̬̙̘̮͆̉̈̽̐̐͆̈̈́͂͛͝å̶̞͈̦̩̺̺̮̈́c̶̡͉͔̣̠̲͇̖̼̓̾̓̀̐̀͘͝k̸̼̳͕̩̤̱̤̍͂͗̆̒̑ ̵̨̧̛̭̖͍̞̣̲́͌̋́͑̇̅̏͐̋̈́́͜͠͝a̷͖̳̹̞̙̩͇̿̇̇͘t̸̹͖̦͕̑͂̃̆̕̕ ̵̛̣̝̺̮̫͔͓̖̮̃͝ͅt̴̫̀̎̔̇̕h̸͇̜̠̩̘̟͔̦͋̀͛̈́̈̀̕͠͠͝ế̷͈̩͎̰̺̯̻̰͖͇͇͆̔͌͜ ̷̨̨̛͔̰̠̬̲͚̖̝͎̤̝͓̝̀̃͛s̸̢̛͍̯͍̬̼̤̲͓̣̬̺̫͉͌̑͋̓̈́͛̀̎̀ͅo̸͚̓̈́̓̏̅͋͛͑̊̅̿̈́͐͠u̵̖͓͇̬̮̲͎͚̺̼̓͠ͅn̵̟͖̼̙̳͕͍̜̩̩͛̌̀͑͜d̸͉͖̥͓̟̃̇͐̌̽͆̊̚ ̴̦̗͍̟͙̉͐̇͂̑̈́̑̍̑o̵̺͇̽́̍̌̋̽͗̍̍͝͝͝f̸̳̦̭͙͔͈͎͇͖̹̒̐͂̑̓̒͊͊̓̓͐͘̕͘ͅ ̸̙̰̲͈̣̱̼͙̪́̐́̄̈́̄̎̽̓͘͝ͅv̴̧̢̡̥̬̼̩̥̻͓̗̣͍̹̿́̏͛̄́̌͘͘o̴̰̰̿͛̆̈́̉̓̄̏̅̾͘͝ỉ̶̡̡̩̲̦̲̺͚̩͔̰̞̺̠͘͜c̴̡̛̞͍̭̻͍̭̜͐͆̃̈̽́͊͒̈̈́̃͠͝e̴̢̥͎̗̹͎̫̣͔̱̟̪̯̓̑͊̌̄̏́̉̏̇̏͘͝s̸̜̰̏͌̑̃̒̆̚ ̷̢̰̣̾̈́͛̓c̵͉̲̤͐̾̎͋o̴̬̰͚̝̹̩͕͕͆̑̄̓̏͒̐̿̽̓̕͜͝͝m̷̨͚̥̲͋͂̎̈͘ḭ̵̧̭͔̖̥͚̬̻͚̖͛̏̊͝n̵̡̤̰̱̣̆͐͌̓̉̈́͋̏̚͜͝ǵ̴̢̨̬̝̠̟̲̦̳̖̥̫̥͇ ̸̧͉̺͚̣̋̈̒͂͂̋̚͝f̸̡̨͈̠̤̲̼̯͉̤̪̫̍́̑̑̀̅̍̎̂́̚̚̕͝r̸̭̼̭̙͎̫̜͔̝̓̂̀́̌̾̓͝o̴̭͐̀̕͠m̶͉̰̦̟̼̒̎͜ ̴̨̨̗̯̱͎̼̥̖͍̋̍͆̓̈́̚ͅb̸̖͙̮̫̹̔̉͐̈́̀̂̆̈́̾͝͝ͅé̷͔̤ḧ̴͕̍͂̀̋̀̄̇̏͊͊̈́̕̚i̸̟͇̖̬̞̪͚̘͌̔̉̂͌͐͐͠n̶̛̛̺̯͖͎̖̼̏̓̅̈́̊̾̋d̵̡̤͉͍̻̜̻͔͔̰̬̞̗̦̺̄̅̃̆̈͌̄̽̔́̇͗͝ ̵̧̢͙̠̦̻̟͙̩̮̯̝̯͛͌͛͜͜ȟ̷̺͖̯̯̺̲͓̰̘̰̥̬͕͈̎̄́̈́͝e̴̢͙̮̱̬̞̳͔̯̟͂̏̆̅͗̎̐̏́̄̽̂͌̚͜ṙ̸͇̜̬̳̣̫̍̏̈́.̵̢͓̗̰̣̬̟͈͙̳͌͆͛͜ ̴̗̙͙͈̔̍͛͛̓̍̿̌͊̊͐̿̊I̶̙̻͔̖͐̃t̴̺̳̥͓̮̲͙̦͚̦̮͖̖̀̓͗̆ͅ ̶͖̎͒̓̅͊̓͊̉̓̂̓͐̚͘͠ͅw̴̨̨̡̪̘̞̭̘̓̓̆̐͆́̆͋͂͆̒͗̕͘ͅå̷̗̞̯͕̯͓̩͖̲̭̹̠̣̉̅̉̂̐͋s̴̟̙͂͛̀̀͒͛̅̓̉͂̚͝͝ ̴̢̻̱͖̼̰̘̲̹͉͂̀X̵̡̨̲̠̲͙̗̬͓̹̣͚̊̏̅̔ͅa̶̟̖̞̞͔͙̓̍̊̾͆̍͒̏n̷̲̣̞͈̦͕̘̥̭͕̟͔̈́̈͒́̊̉̌̑t̵̙̗̦̲̥͍̫̯̦͕͋̓̀̇̈́̈́̑͠ȟ̵̯̤̜̟͍̾̐̈́̑̆e̵̡̛͕̗̪̥͔̾̏͗͒̍̂̇̆̋̚̚̕ ̴̨̹̩̪͍̲̪͙͙͎͎̲̯͑͘a̴͇̪̞͖͚̠̜̮̣̮͊̐̇̑̕̕̚͝n̶̢̧̲̼͕̫̺̱͚͕͊̈́̇̈́͒̔̄͗͑̌̍̈́̓̚̕ͅd̷̺̺̫̱̥͘͜ ̷̨̨̼̞̥̻̙̻̫͖̟̹̂̉́̄̀͑̂̄͆̈́͝w̴̡͖͈̩̑͛̓̃͆́͘h̴̢̦̺̹̜̻̺̭̯̳̬̙̝̫̎̐̌̀̄̄̈́̇͝o̶̢̱͍̞̻̖̹͖͔̩̮͍̳̎̂͂̋͋̐́̑̽͌̀̒̌ͅ ̷̬̌̎̀͒͑͂̊̕͝y̴̡̡̧̨̨̮͎̩̙̠͉̱̩̾̋̑̐̿̈́̿̑͂͒̐́̏ō̴̜̜͖̹͚̮̩͎̳̼̑͐̅̂͑̐̏̀́̉̔̓͝ͅͅų̵̪͉͈͍̦̖͖̠̭̻͝ ̶̧͔̻͇̗̤͎̰̻͗̄̿͑͝ą̴̰̦̩̺̻͈̥͚̠̰͖̂̉̓͂́͋̂̒́̓͛͂̎s̶̹̘̥͈̹̐́̾ͅŝ̷̺̥̯̙̠̦͂̒u̸̡̥̟̻̜͑̉̂͊̏͌̚͠m̵͕̅̌͊̿͑̂͊͛͗̊̍̓̉͝͝e̸̡̢̖͍͈̣̰͎̹̭̘̐͑̓̆̋̈̇̃͊͊ͅd̷̢̨̨̻̰̖̭̖̻͖͈̪̤̉̄́̐̂̾͋̔̊͘͜͠ ̸̢̦͔̱̭͓̹̤̗̠̳̈́͋̍́͘ͅt̷̡̢̗̟̭̖̓ò̴̲͙͎͉̰̝̬̱̆͆̓͑̆̄̚ ̶̛̞͕͓͕͔̩̰̄̃̊͛̋̓̊̈́̔͆͗̊̚b̵̢̛͔͗͑̀̍͆̄̏̌͂̃͊̾̕͝ë̷̘͉̞̦̠́͂̃́̈́̌͌̂̉̈͝ ̴̣̥͖̤̥̪͔̙̥̟̾͘Ĕ̴̢̫͎͗̚̕l̵̡͗̏d̴̛̹͔̹e̵̘͚̙͖̲͚̫̹̿̀̈́r̸̦̱͍͎̱̤̹̈́̆͒̾̓̾͊̊̔̕ ̶̥̻̑̉́͛͆͂͐̄̾́́̚ͅḺ̵̹̼͕̣͎̻̘̬̀̽̾͐̊̚͝a̶̡̧͉̳̯̘̮̹̠̤̝̗͇̭̺͛̀͒͆̇̈́̓͆͆̽͒̊̚ş̴̪͚͇͚̝̫͇̝̌ṭ̷̭͎̘̒̀i̷̢̘̭̖̺̹͚̻̰̥͎̩̫̾̍̊̈́͆̋̄́̃̉̂̋̕͠ͅa̴͓͔̭̘̩͋͐̂̊͐͛̽̽͛̓̂s̸̛̺̲̲̞̹̰͕̓̒̅̔̇̔̍̆͂̒̃̆͠,̵͆́̈́͒̆͌̓̀͝��̣̬̬͓̓̈́̽͌ ̵̛̮̈́̐̆͋̍̆̊̐̌̓̿̕͠r̴̨̡̨̩̤̼̮̝̤̣̝̳̫̭̤̅͂́̕ù̵̮͕̈͛͘n̶̨͈͆͆̅̓̽̀̓̀̉̕͝n̷͙͚̬̋͊͗̒̐̄̈ī̸̯̫̑̉͝n̷͈̗͖̣͗͌̆̌̀͆ͅg̴̢̛͉̫̬̥̭̦̈́̏́̔̓͛̓̅̅͗̏̚̚͠ ̸̢͎̤̮̙̱̞͒̊̈̀͝ȁ̵͓̰̙̯̩̎̄̇̎̊̐̽́̃̔̌̕t̶̼̬̗̪̮͓̺̞́̿̍͐͛̑͌͐̾̚͘͜͜͝ ̴̧͍̹̰͖̗̼̜̦̫͊̈̉͋̇̽̉͒̈̀͜͝f̵͇̭̭̓̍u̵̧̱̫͋́̍̽̓̐͘̚͠͠͠ͅl̶̜͕͖̳̦̹͔̜͈̳̙̭̤̒ͅl̷̢̨̛͇̗͖̲̳͖̮͙̹͔͑͐̅̃̅̃̊͒̿͝͠ ̶̡͚̯͙̲͔͕͈͍͕̦̝͈͇͍̾̄̏͐͌̈́͛͝f̸̧̪̠͕̼̟̰̀͛̊̌̂͑͑̈̾͝ơ̵̪̭̋́̂̈́̇͊͒̒ͅr̴̛̹̻̣̥̜͓͎̰̬̗̟̻̈́̾̚ç̴̨̢͚̟̘͙̣̱͔͈͈͓̙̔̎͐̀̐̍͌̔̆̀e̸̢̡̘̳̜̪̮͕̳̜̿͊͌̏̽̎̂̕͝ ̶̯̮̖̫́̔̂̈́͑̕ţ̴̡̙̞̘̝̭̰̰̺͎̖̕̚͜͝o̷̬͚͛̓̂͊̇̀͗̊͛͊̊̎̚w̴̨̧̨̧̖̜̫͖̦̺͈̥͉̅͊͜a̸̟̖̓͌̒́̇͐̃r̴̯͍͛̀́́̐͊̑́͒̈̕d̶̠͚̫̘̺̣͔̆̇̿̔̏́̚ş̴̨̢̛̺͇͖̩̟̟̼̗̓̆́̂̿͌̈́͒́̄͝ ̸̝̫̣͉̟̠̗̣̹̑X̷̻̓̋̓͆͂̈́͒̑̎̚͜ę̴̢̦̲͖̮͋̈́͗́͋͑̄͑̋͂̒͠n̸̡̢̫̗̤͎̩͚͎͕̫͚̤̺̫̈̑̔̍̅͛̈̿̿̌͌̚͘i̸͇͈͍͉̜̪̭̐͂͜ȃ̸̱̬́̑̓̅̄͗̒̾͛.̴̢͓̲̖̺̱͈͚̃͆͌̂̓̔̅̈̏͛̑̑͗ ̵̡̤̦̮̝͕̘͕̞̘̬̮͒̑̀̏̂͛̽͐̃̊͌͐͘̕̚Ḃ̷̨̗͉̘͈̜̲̞̻͕̌͜e̶̠͈͓̦̾̂̆̉̋̀͋̊̈́͛̈́̈̕͠f̴̤̲̻͌́͝o̴̢̼̗͖̭̞̗̭͉̓̀̋́͜ŕ̶̨̩͉̝̲̥̖̱̤̀͐ȇ̸̘̖̤̱͍͔̠̯̦͈̮͎͈̃̈́̈́̂̽̂͜͠ ̸̨͇̘͍̖̻̟̹̦̥̰̭̇̎͂̇͆͘͝y̶̧̡͔̜̞̜̼͖͚̟̥̜̮̠͠ŏ̸̧͓̖͖̰̱̠̞̪̍̔̿̑̀̅̌̌́̌͝u̶̖̔̍̏̾̑̒̉̓̋̏͐͑̾͝ ̵̱͍͇̥̪͈̦͗͗̽̃̏̉̂̾̎͂̉͝c̸̡̞̖̝̗͖͖͓̖̝͆̂̒͗̂͆̄͝ō̴̖̻̝̭̺̻̼̥͙̪̈́̾̓̈̿̔̈̉̇̀̍̀̕͜u̶̺͙͔͚̻͓̱͕͌͑̇͂̐̄̄͌̈́̈́̂͘l̵̛̛̖̟͎͔̰̭̮̩̫̹̼̬͒̀̍͑̽͊͐̓̂̕͜͝͝͝d̵̢̨̡̬̮̞̹͕͔̱͓̗̗̮̖̔̓̌̏͑̃̃̊́̀̇̄̔̕͝ ̶̤̪̟̖͔̤̠̥͔͒͒̿e̵̛̺̱̙̫̜͙̻̘͕̓͒̂̍̽̈͘͠ͅͅv̵̻͚̣̪̱̀̅̇͂͐̆̌̃́̏̈͂́̔́e̸̛͓̰̽͆̏̽͗̑̍̊̀̋͘̕ņ̸̰̫̝͍̾̓̈͑̍͛̅̊͝ ̶̨̢̣̥͖̭̟̺͈̱͓̦͖̈̽̀̽́́̏͜͜h̴̨̨̛͉̗͚͍̏́̈́͛̈́͌̌͌͑͜͝ë̷̡̬͉͎̫̟͉̗̳̥̏͗̍̿̈̀͋͌̍̆̿̒̕͜͜͝a̵̧̛̤͓͖͍͔͔̪̽̋̿͑̋̃̈́͛͘r̷̤̦͋͐̄̚͜ ̴͍̱̤͕͈͋͌̈́w̴̪̙̮͔͕͗̎̑̆̋̿̏͌̏͗͝ḧ̸͎̈́͋͂͒̍̈̾̑̂̕a̵͓͔͎̬̜̍͛̀͒͗̿̋͝͝t̶̢̼̘̞̭̮̆̈́̽̓͌̆̋̉̾͋͘͝͠ ̷̨̧̪̻̫̤͙̺͕̳͙̐̋͝ṱ̷͓̰͕̙̲̌͌́͂̐̀̃̍̈́͘h̸̹̣͉̬̠̮̙̟̼̱͕̑͝ė̷̲̠̅̿̎̄̆̽̾̂͒͐̑̃͝y̸̧̢̧̳̲͇̫̪̲̖͔͓͑̀̅̉̈́̏̏̀̚̚͝͠ͅ ̵̠̦̪͕̩̩͔̀͐̍̃̅w̶̧̨̛̦̟̪̬̭̭͔̼̰̼̙͆̅̔̔̿̓͌̔̎̚ȅ̴̢̥̗̫͕̳̙̥̠͕̤͉̤͚̈͂̋̃͂͂̓̍̅̾͒ŗ̶̨̢̛̤͓̼̬͍̯̇͆̍̊͊̾ę̵̨̛̬̩̞͙̠͕͔͌̓̊́̒͆͌̀͌̈́͒̕ ̵̧̺̲̖̬̣͕͓̟̅͆̏̊̈́̆̅̌͜͝ͅs̷̼̻͖͕͙̰͈͓̝̿̅̑h̶͓́́̈̒̉́̚ơ̵̩̘̺̺̥͎̠̣̭̥̿͊͂̏̃͌̌̎̓́͊́̕͝u̸̡̩̘̘̭̺͇̩̰͈̣̳̦̱̓̈̋̀t̸͕̱͆̍͝ī̵̦͓̝̩͖̭̠̱͚̀͐̑͜ń̶̢̮g̴̨̢͚̻̻͓̳̎̑̀̇̀̄͛͋̒͑̓͋̍̕̚͜,̷̮̪́͒̅̈́́̏̕ ̷̦͂X̵̻̙̀̾͠͝e̸̡͖̥̜̳̹̮̖̖͚̗͍̹͇͋̒͌̾̽̂̽̈̇͠͝͠͠ñ̷̡̮̫̠͙͐̏̉̈́͊̊́͑̈́̏͆͠i̴͈̰͉͍̹̒̇̇̾̀̽̈́̋̌͐͜͝a̸̱̥͔̯̖̻̭̳̼͎̅͐̆̇͂̄̚͜ ̸̢̯̣͉͇̺͚̪̿͆̋͐f̵͙̏͝ë̴͎͕͈́̅́͑́͌̌̆̇̓͑͂̃̌l̴̖͈̬̼̆̔̕ͅl̵̝̣̝̻̥̈́̾̐̏͜ ̶̡̨̠͍̠͙̪̤̒̀̆̿̋̔̊́̾̒͝i̴̡̧̨͓̯̱̘̻̠̗͉͗̒̀̾̾͑ͅͅn̵̢̦̯͕͍̼̘̑̋̿͛͛̌̏͘̚͝͝t̶̛̩̩̀̂̓͊̆́̀̈́͊o̵̡͕̘̖̦͙̗̗͓̹͇̲̰̾̏͒̐͗͂̈̈̿̈́̅̊͒ ̶̡̧̨̯͓̙͓̮̰͙̱͕̩̒͐̒̅̈̐̂̎͌͘͠t̷̝̊͒̈́̊̾̾͂̈́̚h̷͎̹̻̼̘̪̖̻͖̜̅̏͊̀͗ē̸̘̰̻̲̯͕̖̬̼̤̺̙̈́̉͐̀́͂̈́͒͘͜ ̴̨̠̲͙̮̩͙̠͔̓̎͐̽̈́̏͌̄̇͊̎̃̚͘b̴͈͉̜̲̙͔̦͓̬͉̦̟̞͔̑̈́̀͋͗́̋͠ļ̵̢̱̜̻͎͈̥͎̜̬̟̈́̐̆̈̓̀̐͗̇͝͠ͅa̴͉̘̘̿̑̆̍̇̽̆̈̐͊͘̚n̵͚͆k̷̛͉͍̩̈́̌͆̎̔̓̒̍ ̸̡̢̢̛̭̟̭̖̻̪̙̟͚̮͙̈́̉̋͑́͂͌͑̚͝v̸̧̧̼̝͙̪̲̱͚̱̭̜͌̑͆͜͝ơ̶̼̲̼̟̤͌̆̃̓̅͂i̵̢̨̧͖̜̘̙̘̮̱̜͉̣̽̆̃̎̾͋̚̕͠ͅd̶̝͎͍͗́̆͛͑ ̴̧̪̭̓̔̈́͜n̴͚̥̩̰̰͌́́͝o̴̡̤̖̫̣̬͓̙̫͌̉͛̐ẅ̷̢̛͚̙̭̟̣̩͎͙̿̃̄́̽̃̔ͅ,̸͙̦͚̀̌͌̏̄͑͐̏͠͝ ̴̝̰̖̾͂ͅn̴̫̹͙̟̞̽͋͒̋̽͂̈́͊̔̉̊̿͆̚͘ớ̴̧̢̡̛͉̻̬̝̤͖͓͍̟͗̅͛͛̈́̐̆̆̈̉͜͠t̴̢̡̧̩͕̮̣̩͓͓̬̬͖̯͖̐͗̓ ̵̡̯͔̯̙̺̮̠̮̫̟͉̫̊̅̆͆̾͝ͅḝ̶̛͖̼̱͖̦̣͕̆͂̊̅̈̚͜͝v̸̛͉͚̹͉͚̰̘̌̚͝e̵̢̧̱̤̹͉̹̘̘͚̱̓͑̈̉͑͊͑͠ǹ̷̡̦̠͕̺̳̟̳͈͒̒̋̈́̋̚͝͝ ̷̳̪̗̮̺͚̟̜͉̠͖̠͕͎͗̓̇͒̔̚s̶̡̜̣͇͇̟̘̬̘͉͙̓̊̄̌̆̈́̓͂͆̚͘̕ç̷̢̡̢̛͎̗͇͇̤̗̪̫̇̓́̓̾̉̿ͅr̶̢̡̧̡̬̠͕̣͓̠͖̠͛̓̔̋̔̇̈́͂̽̀̊̿͘͠ͅȩ̷̨̝̳͔̦̪̪̬̭̝͚̘̙͛̽̋̐̎͋̆̽̈́͛̊̋͌͌͝a̸̢̖̣͔͉͕̜̬̜͛̔m̵̡̢̠͖̟͕͚̩̊͑̈̓͒̓̄͆͘͘͝į̶̞̮̟͓͈̗͙͖̬̼̫̘̤̈́̐̏ń̷̪̘̖͎͛̇͂͆͠g̴͇̤͚̩͓̻͈̼̘̟̹͙̤̓̐̄͌̈́̾ͅ ̴̢̳̬̦̩̬̮̭̱͛̒̈́͂͋̿́à̶̢̲̤͍̠͓̥̺͆̊̿ͅs̴̫̰̬͖̏̉̕ͅ ̸̨̡̤̦͇͎̳͇͒̃̆̿̓̿̐͂͋̽͌̆̂͘͠ş̷̡͕̃̂̎͊́̅͒̄͝͝h̴͍̣͖͂̿̊̿͘̕ë̷̛̩͍̤̺̞̯͙̜͉͈̻̫͈́̔̆̊̓̈͛̔́̎̔̕ ̵̡̡͙͔̤̮̮̖̝͙̩̗̝͍̠̇̀̽̀̈́͊̌̈̎ḑ̵̫̝͔͙̝͙̏̓̓̈́͑͗̈́̽̒̽̀͊͊͘͜͝í̸̘̺͇̰̬̠͔̺̗̻͙̕s̵̨̛͈͔͔͎̆̽̈̓̍̏́̉̕ä̵̜̤͉͙̊́͑p̸͚̪͝p̸̹͈̎̓̆̃̆͐́̀̈́̆͌̇͝ë̸̩́̂̊̈́̾̽̀̇̃̀͂͆ā̴͍͖͎̂̉r̸͍͒͝ę̶̛̙̭̠̙̮̱͓͙̹̿̒̔̅̅͑͘͠ḑ̷̝̜̖̯̄̓̆͝ͅ ̴͓̭̲̅̔̇̎̎̈́̾͆̚ͅí̵͓͖̥̲̗̺̈́̆̋̐̒̏͐̚n̴͈̖̺̩̖͚̳͉̄̄̚͝ͅt̷̺̩̬̣͚̺̯͚͖̊̽̒͆͗́͌̅̐͂͝ơ̸̛̛͖̪̯̲̝̪̦̭̼̣͊̐̆̍̃̂̂̈́͆̀͝ ̴̨͇͈̬̫̳͔̲͔̔̑̓̈̎̌̀̒̚̕̚͝͝ͅt̴̡̢̘̖̟̯̙̝̖̞̠͕̪̍͑̆͐͝h̶̰̫̭̍̕͠ẻ̴͖͇͖̐̈́̌͌̉͌͑͆͂͠͠ ̴͍̮̓̊͗͗̈́͊́̈́̑̓͜͝͠͝ẇ̴̯͖ḩ̴͓̪̺̣͈̗̩͖̹̣͕̝͌̈́͗̾͒̏i̸̡̩̫͎̅͆̀́͂̎͠t̶̛̟͙͇̹̻̖̝̱͔͙͓̱̅͐̇͑̋̋̍͆̓̈́̔̚͜͝ͅe̵̡̞̩͓̬̟̝͕͚̞̓̀̔͛̈́̃̿̚͠ͅ ̷̡̤̘̼͕̥̀̐̒͝s̸̜̭̺̿͗͗̌̽̍̎̅̀̕͘̚p̵͓͚͙̜̠̭̱͊̔̆̌͌̆̃̓̍͗͘͘͠͝ͅa̷̬̹͇̱̔́c̴̨̧̛̙͕̫͕͔͔̲̝̹̖̥̱͐͐͒͌̋́̽͐̚͘͝e̴̢̙̖͔̭̹͎̳̳̫̦͌́̆̊,̵͔̟̗̥̻̝͚̖̬̾͂͑̅̈̈́̆̓̊̀̾̔̈͠ ̵̢̡͇͈͕̠̤̼͔̼̜͓̃͠ͅḁ̸̢̭̰͚͈͉̙̯̪͇͔̹͎̋̈́͒͒̐̇͌̓̚ ̴̣̗̮̜̪̰̩͎̭̘͉͕͈͇͕͛̒̒͛͊͛̄̑̀̕͘͘s̷̮̲̫̯̥̱̭̄͆͆͂̒̔̀̒̅́͋̑̅̐m̵͚̖̗̝͎͔̳̩͕̥̮̏̿̃͗̈́̅̽͛̀̓͗̆̊̔̄ã̵͈̙̗̖́̈̿̆͌̋̎͆͂̅̃̚̚l̵̡̩̪̹̥̘̭̬̱͎̤̞̗̤̟̓́̑l̶̟͓͉̰͎̫͓͗͗̐́ ̴͈͇͖̥͈̼̠̝͎̲̭͔̟̭̅̓̃̾̍̉́̂̀͊̚͠͝͠l̶̼͓̭͇͈̺̫̩̰͔͗̈́̐̍͝i̷͕̹͍̘͊̑͒̄̏̍̍̒̉̚g̸̥̜̮͚͗͐̒̅̆͝͝h̸̢̛̛͍͈̣̺̬̤̯̱̺͇͑̒͑͒͂̇̈́̃ť̴̲͇̺͇̹͈̒̔̔͑̍̕͜͠n̵̜̝͕̤̝̱̯͛͒̂̈́͐͛̽͑̒̕i̴̯̯̞͉͇͑̋ͅn̴͉͗͗̊̋̂̍͗͊̄g̶̻̈͗̍̂̽͒͋͌̏̕ ̶͉̲̱͉̱̝͇̯͙̗͈̆̿̈͒̓̍b̴̡̧͔͔̳̞̪̺̹̪̬̔̒̀o̶̡̢̫͓̠̭͍̩̟̯͓̊̿͜l̴͈̇̑̾̋͊ţ̴͎͔̫̯̜̮̥̱̹̺͕̥̩̠̏̉ ̴̖̤̦̰͒̆̽̓̅͐̋́c̶̢̨͓̻̦̖̙̮̰̱͎̠̰̔̇͂̍̍̍̽h̴̬͒͗́̆̀̈̽̅ã̵̢̱̙͔̍̋ṙ̵̰͈̗̲̪͈̾̂̽͠m̶͎̳̼̻͈̻̮͖͓͖͉͉̹̻̀̇̒̆̆͘̚͠ ̸̡̛͚͉̣͚̓̓̌̈́̊̔͌̒̃̈́̽̽̈́ả̶̢̯̣̰͎̟̲̼̘̱͓̗̪̱ͅl̵̡̺̮̼̥̱͈̱͔͕͇͉̲͂̾̀́͊̎̅̽͒̂̚͜͠͠s̸̨̝͍͚̼͎̞̝͍͙̯͙̱̰̋̈́̍͐͝ͅỏ̷̡̢̨̳̻̖̲̲̘̣̳̤͕̹̝̂͂̔͋́ ̷̛͍̖͔̠͙̱̭̬̟̩̦͚̪̇́̈̌͆̍̏̐̔f̶̱̬̆͂͠o̸̧̡̡̞̣̘̼̖̜͒͌͜ļ̶͔̠̺̟̰̜̖̞̰͐̉̑̆͘l̷̟̮̫̲̼͎̘̭̣̳͎̮̈́̓́o̷̢̧̘͎̤̳͚̟̩̗̲̠̬̙̍͋̆͛̅͛̍̅̀̊̌̕̕ẉ̶̱̻̲̟̒į̴̧̖̞̞͓̹̥̘͎̙̇̏͑̾̎́͌̒͗́͘̕͝͝ǹ̷͓̌g̴̫͑̏̆̑͒̇́̕ ̸̣̪̙̜̇͊́̈̔̊̄͘̚h̷̨͍̤̟̻̰͚̭̖̞̒̿̾̏͑͒̂͜è̷͚̞̼͈̇̓͛̅͂́̚̚͜͝r̴͕̫͇͚̩͔͈̦͍͒̿́͌ ̷̢̤̔̅̇̈́̇͋̚̕͠ǐ̴̛̞͚̤͙̥̩̜̫̙͓̗̓̌̄͌̒̾̔̄͘͠͝͝n̸̢̛̙̫̰̞̈̏͊̿̅̈́̀̆ţ̴̰͉̣̺̼̙̮̲͓̠̻̞̄̉̀̈́̄̆͑͗͂̏̕͜͜ö̷̲̘̫́̋̍̑̅̉̆̽͋̐͛̉͝ ̴̞̥͔̙̲̬̯̂̏̐̈́́͐̉͜͠t̷̗̟̫͐͋̅̐́͂ḩ̷̧̛̞̩̯̻̯̰̲̮͈͍͔̙͊̔̀̈̓̍̊̋̓̀́̒̕͜͝ȩ̸̞͎̪̺͍̪͔̰̼͐͂͒͂̊̃̎͑͆̃̕͘ ̷̞͍͎̪̝̑̇̎̈́͆v̷̡̢̨̛̛̖̺͍͍̠̱̫͍̑̃͆̾͗̏̃̉͒ǫ̸̬̞͙̳̪̭̘̭̻̟̦̆͊̽̓͊̒̅i̶̡̞͑̽͂̓͂̿̔̏̎̐̒͗̚d̸̦̗͓̖̲͍̭͕͕̬̘̮̝͘.̵̛̱̜̈́́̃̉͋̇͐ ̵̝̰͈̽̃̅̽̾̐͆̇̒̍͂̇͝͠À̸̘̯̋̾̍͐̿̅͘ǹ̸͚̥̠̦̈́̌͂̿̓͊̌͂̈́͌̈́d̴̡͉̖͈͑̌̅̀̓̑̎̎́̍̈́͘͝͝ͅ ̷̢̜̲̗̫̺̻͍̦̑̀̃̽̔̑̑̅͝ͅͅͅs̸̠̈́o̸̥̯̲̗̭͕̯͈͕͓̠̽͜,̵̝͔̭̝͈͈̹̩͕̊̏͌ ̸̛̼̘̰̮̤̟̱̮̄͗̌̅̚͜b̶̛̺̞̹̭͖̳̲͍͉͈̗͙̋̽̀͑̓̂͗̎̽̔͜͝ͅȩ̵̻̳̥̠̱̼̻̎̽̏̿̈́̚͠f̵̢̡͖̮͍̯̲̰̅̅̚͜͝ǫ̸̡̰̟͉̦̝̺̼̭̺̮̤̐̀͋̓́ȓ̴̜̱͓̫̩̜̜̱̟̙͇̍̈́̓̈́͘͜ͅe̶͕͔͎̮̭̹̙̪̗͖͓̯̐̇͜ ̵͔̝̏a̸̛̛̺̠̺͔̙̭̐̉̋͌̃͆̔ň̸̻̝̙̩̼͉̩͓̮̪̠͙̻̥̯͒̉̒̈́͐͝ỹ̴̛͉̩̞̑̾̏̂͒̐̕̕̕t̵̢̛̛͈̖͙̮̟̘̩̻͇̤͖͔̾̈́̏̒̋́̿͆͐̇̕̚̚͜ͅh̸̨̧̢̤̜͓̜͍̲̤̜̠̟̬̋̊̌̓́̏͋̆̔̍̇͘i̷̩͎̥͌̏̃̿̒̎̿̓̓n̸̥̗͐̓͆̅̈́̿͆̊̒̒͋̇̾g̴̨̝̘͉̼̖̩̰̭͙͚̟̟̎̅̉̅̅̈̊̀̊ͅ ̵̧̧̭̞̫̱̰̮̯̦̠̮̍̀͗̍̉̈́e̶̖̩̮͚̓͒l̶̡̨̦͓͍͍̰̩̯͓̞̭͇̪͒ş̸̡̨̬̱̘̩͍͎͓̖̱̿͊̓̈́͒̅̚͠ę̶̢̖̤̦͇͉̠͍͎͎̂̇͊͛̋͗̽̈͛̋͒̿̚̕͘ ̵̡̲͈̠͎̬͕̬̗͉̙͆̔̈́͜͝p̸̮͚̱̜̝̑̀͆̽ḷ̸͚̗͔̊̾͗̓ͅá̷̝̙̌̑y̸̨̢̨̨̛̰͖̣̹̤̖̠̬͕̼̽̃̑̾̉͑̾͆̽̿̀͘͜͝͠e̴̢̖͓͖͉͖͍͍̹͔̠̯̘͊͛͒͝͠ḑ̸̡̨̞̩̻͇̬̻̣͎̰̃̽͗ ̴̧͖͎̟̞̒̆͜ơ̵͉͜u̶̧̲̣̽̊̌̈́͐̂͒͜͠͝͝t̵̡̬͖̞̘̺̠͉̮͂,̸̦̪̭̤̝͓͓̯͇̙̹̭̄̇́͂̑͠ ̶̛̖̮͕̜̮̯̯̱̖̺́̉̽y̵͔̐̄͛͗͝ơ̸̦̺̩̰͍̲̣͔̖̯̠̖͖̔̃̀̆͛͜͝u̵̟͖̥̙̠̣̯͚͒̽͛͂͊͝ ̵̡̨̳͚̱̠͑̃͘͘͝͠ą̸̙̩̝̣̱̰̟̯̌͊̓̉́̑́̌̎͐̋̆̇͜͜͠ṋ̸͇̦͎͍̱̹̥̗̜͆̏̑̂͌̚͘̕͠ͅd̴̬̖̺͍̗̯̤̗͍͎̔̽͂̀̓͌̾͛̐͒̽̉̿̚͜ ̶̲̗̩̭͙̋͌S̵̨̡̧̘̰̣̝͖̦̩̖̩̻̓̾̌͂͋̅̆̌͒̋̐̎̚͜ͅe̷̢̬̯̯̠̤̳̻̲̘̙̤͎̖͖̚ù̴̧̗̪̪̭̣͍̮̞̺͇̙̑̋́̈́͛͗̔̇ͅņ̷̧̨̨̲͓̜̤̻̰͉͈̜͎̙̉͆̄͗͆͆͊̀ġ̸̨̛̬͙̇̓͂̒̄͑͐̈́͠͝w̴͙͎͔̯̼̉̄̅̓̈̊̔ǫ̸̨̬̳̥̺̔͜ô̸̢͉͕̘̪̰̰̆͌̃́̑̽͝ͅ ̴̹͇̦̥͙̮̱̯͇̻̘̺̫̘̊̊̓͒͌͊̓͆͌̃̚͘͜ẅ̷̧͔͈͖̝͖͙͎͉̰́̂̂̓͗̈́̈́̑̈́͝͠ͅé̸̡̘̻̼̳̲̒͆̎̈͗̈́͠͠r̵̬̜̟͎̤̟͙͛͂̾̑͆͌̌͌ë̶̢̛̙͔̭͈͙́̀̑͆̃͗̋̾̎̅̒̒̆̃ ̵̩̤̠͕̑́͐͘o̸̧̺̘̓̐͆͆̏̋̾͌͛͝n̶̬̩̜̖̒̽̾̈́c̴͉̙̻̯͔̉͐͗̈̆̌̽̒̑́͌e̸̬͔̗̰̦̣͍̠͎͓̭̦̱͓̒ ̸̧̛̹͕̻͍̬̯͔̗̭ͅa̶͈̦̦̓̃̐̆̒͆̃̎͐̊̀̚͝g̶̨͈̝̯͇̗̝͌͂͗ä̸͕̖̮̳̯́̆́͝͝i̷͎̞̖̞͙̖̞̖̥͍̿̒̈́̌͌̈́̆n̵̡̛̜͉͇̰͇̈̃̈́̑͗̀̐͝ ̸̨̧̨̺̠̰͙̺̘͉͖͍̭̿͌ţ̴̳̱̖̘͈̝̻̦̥͉͔͍̗̇̽͜h̴̛͍̜͕̬̊̔̏̂̊̽͐̈́̊̉̆̚͝r̵̨̙̬͈̩͇̟̗̘͔̠̼̪̹͜͝õ̴͓̰͊̌̀̽̋͊̆̐̋̽͘̕͘͠w̶͍̣̲͛̑͊͊̂̇͊̅͂̕͜͝͝ņ̴͕̺̣͚̲͆̆͐͂̑́̎͒̀͐͘͝ ̷͎̮̠͇̞̬̻̏̏̉̐́́͑̈̃̌̉̉̽ͅî̶̢̡̨̛̛̫̗͙͚͇̙̬̻̓͒̏̎͋́̕͜ͅn̷̨͚̗͖͙͖͈̣̻̫̾̏͝ṯ̵̛̐̂̈́̌̈͆͝o̷͚͆̅̓̓̐̽̀͗̓̈̕͘̚̕ ̴̢͓̖̖̤͉̠͔̯̱͈͂̉̈́͊̈̑̍̇̈́a̷̧̛̪͖͈͎̋͌̓̑͊͛̀͘̕ ̶̛̻͎̻͔̳͚͔̒͗̑̕͜͝t̶̡̜̳̼̬̗̝̎͊͑͌̂̍͐͜͝i̸̗̐̾̒̈̄̔̌͆̐̃̋m̶̞̰̱̰̖͚͎͓̺͙̙̓̋̆̐͆͒̃̾̊e̴̢̯̝͇͇̱̝̐͂̌̎̍̿̄͘͝ ̴̭͚̲̐̈́͊̚͝v̸̛̹͙̪̯͍̯͇͓͖̖̝͈̩͕̉͂͑̑̀͑͑̌̚͜o̸͕̅͆̽͊r̸̛̛͍͋́̓̈́̏ṫ̶̗̱̞̐e̸̢͔̙̞͕̳̝̹̰͍͖͚̎̾̓͑͆̓͝ͅẍ̵͇̙́̆̾̚̕̚̕͝.̷̨̛͙̰̮̗̉͌͊̊̈́̈́ ̷̡̡̳̥̮͎̩͓̥̟̪̟̗͊̅̂̿̅̏̽͑̀̈ͅṰ̴̟͎̘̪̤̭͓̇̐̒̈́̃͋̃̈́̈͜͜͝ȟ̵̡̛̜͓̙̞̭̺̤͓̳̞̮̟́̑̑͊̃́̓̀̕ȋ̵͔͇͊̅̀͊͆̇͗̈́͋́̚͘s̷̨̨͙̦̻̟͉̼̩̿̆̈́͗̑̑̃̀͑͌̍̆͛̾̕ͅ ̶̙̼̾̓̍͊̉͘͝t̸̢̛̛̞̞̗̞͔͓̟̂̓̃̔̔̄̿̀̕̕̕͠͝i̸̢̬̻̻̭̬͌m̶̘̝̱̣̝̖̮͍͋̑͊́̌̈͑́̎̃̈͗̽͘͜͠e̵͚̤̣̗̝̦͉͙͙̻̲͗̀̋̈́͋̇̎̑̈́͋,̶̧͔̆̇́̿ ̷̢̪̻͚̰̼̱̯̳͌̉̌̀̎̑̓̉͋̓̇͗͘̚͝h̴̛͉̣͚̣̺̱͉̭̺͚̹̼̻̣̩̊̋̌̑̇͂̊̔͌̉́͝͝o̴̧̧̦̞̗̖̦̍̓͒̿͗̀̈́̚̕͘͜͝͝ẉ̴̒̓̈̓̋͊͋̕͘͝é̴̬̯̼̺̰̲͖̙̦͙̗̻͑͜͜v̶̢̹̖̩͇̗̑̍̽͋̆͆ͅḙ̷̢͛̐̒r̴̗͉͕̲̣̳͚̄̏,̴̧̡̪̽̊̑̀̀͑̇͛̇̆̄͗̽͛̕ 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̶̥̘̳̲̝̆̋̾͗̔̅̌̈͑̓̅̚͠‘̴̡͙̞̯̰̲͇̐͆̏̌̿̾̋̊̐̈́̾ͅI̷̠̪̣͇̤̯̐’̸̢̗̭͓͚̠͕̪̳̊ḿ̸̢͙̮̍͛̀̕ ̴̭̫̬̼̭͍̂̓͂́̿̿̅̐͑͂̎ú̸̡͈͓̟̩̻̖̟͉̜̄̓͒̇͛̑̈̅́̓ͅn̶̲̙̦͒͑͂̈̆̈́̄͊̿̐͘̕ŝ̶̠͙̦́̎̈́͆͛͆̈͝u̷̞̼͇̦̝͛̍͆͒͛̉̆́̾̀ŕ̶̢͇̹̟̹̃̾̕͝e̷̢̖̮̳̭̜̻͎̼̓͒͑͘ ̷̨̛͈̯̝̪͈̈́́̃̅̓̎̃̚̚͘ẅ̶̧̭̖̮̳̩̘̲̯͔͉̟́̓̃͛͒̃͋̃̇͑͆̅̅̕͝ͅh̶̨̧̥̥̦̬͕̪̬͍̝̻̳̑̈́́̑̅̀̂̈́̈́͘a̸̞͓̣͍͒́͛t̷̨̧̮̺͙̳͍͍̠̥̲̟́̌̊͒̀̄̌͠ͅͅ ̸̛̣͑̏̈́͌̌̒̽e̸̯͕̮͕̣̦̜̽͋̔͌͜ľ̵̢̛͔̟̟͉̦͙̠̞̀̐͆͗̈́̿̄̃̚͜s̷̛̗̩̙̫̮̰̀͗́̒̆̀̕ͅę̴̱͎̞͇̣̞̙̦̻̜̒ ̵̧̛̂͂̋̽̽̒̊̐͐̕͝ţ̴͓̩̱͚͂́̿͌̄̈́̆͒́͝ḩ̸͇̭̙̱͇̬͔͑͜e̵̢̼̱͍̠̭͔̲̺̮̥̖̋́̀̇́͘̕͜͝r̴̩͚̃͗́̚͝e̴̘͓͚̠͚͉̥̤̱̠̻̐͂́̑̎̀́̚̕ ̵̛̪̬̗͗į̸̞̰̣̭̣̰̣̥̻̹̮̿̒͑̒͛͂̇̓̕͘͠s̶̻͕̬̞̟̰͈̪͉̹̯̀̅̒̆̿͛̉͘ ̴̡̹͉̩̦̻̩̯̖͙͉̠̲̎͂͛̇́͐̌́̇͂̍͠ͅt̸̢̧̢͉͚̖͙͍̘͈͎̠͍́͜͜o̶͕̫̗̰̮̽̓̈́̈́̾ ̶̧̢͚͔̹̱̞̞̞̼̳̮̦͈̓̍̓͑̓̄͜͝͝ṣ̸̛̥̜̂̽͗̃̐͘͠ͅȩ̵̢̛͈̦̩̹͕͇͕̖̗̅̎̒̏̾̋͒́̋̍͝͠͝͝ē̵̢̨̛̜̙͛̍̎̌̃͋̋͒̄̚͝͝,̸̠̯̫̦͕̻͇͇̱̀ ̸̠͛̔̂͗̇́̕͘͝I̵̢̱̱̬̤̲̼̪͕̲̺͖̰̗̐̀̄̋͌̈́̽̐͜ ̸̢͙̣̜̮͕̳̲̮͇̤͈͈̼̒̆͑͌͂̈̀̃͝c̵̨̭͚̪̺̩̪͎̙̰͚̺̞̤͎̔̇͛̄̐̀́͋͛̈́̌͘é̶̝͈͚̠̖̓͗͑͋̍͂̈́͜r̸̨̼̱͎̯̗̖̤͇̭̠͖̍͠t̵̜̥̖͙̠̬̋́̾̉͂̋̽̎́͌̏̌̍͂͜͝a̵̙̻̜͚̖̣̞͇͕͆̿̆̾̒̓̿̌ĩ̷̢̮̫͔̼̺͍n̸̡̳̈́̓͊̌̀̋̎̅̃͌͝͝ḽ̸̢͖͓̲̘̤͌̽̿̓̈́͋̉̄̇̕͝͝ÿ̵̳́̚͠ ̴̨̳͂̈́̔͝ḧ̸̡͓̦͙͈̭͕â̷̢̛͍̥̯͚̖̇̓̀̉̐̌v̷̧̨͕͙͔̤͕̀̌̽̀è̴̡̟̣͖̯̬̲̺̺̲̖͊̈́̈́͋̾͂̕ ̵̨̛̹̬͉̖̭̇̒̄̈́̒̌͐͗̍̍͠͝͝g̶̢̧̮̰̦̼͎̪͕̭͖̭͕̈̔̌̽̀͊̕͜͜͝͝o̵̧̡̥̮͓̬͙̙͖̬͑̐̈̌͊͛͑̈́̔͆̊͜͝͠t̸͎͐͒͆̂̓͂́̄̕t̵̛͔̜̩̝̮͚̹͚̂̍̌̽̓̾ẹ̸̤̹̣̺̦̞̆͜n̷̠̹͖̅̃̃͊͘͘͝ ̸̡̢̛͙̼̫̻̹̥̤͇̩̗̭̥̖͌́͊̒̾̀̄̒͐̀̚m̵̟̣͈̺͗͋̉̓̋͌̿̔̈̑͒͝͠͠a̶͙̮̐̑̆̓͜͠ņ̶̨̩͕̗͉̺̇̈́̾̋͋͋͒̀̕ý̶̧̻̺͍̪̓͆́͑͐̀͠ ̷̢͇̱̘̫͕̲̰̞̤̹̱̥̔͑́̈́͘̕͝a̶̡̺̪̪̰̲̹͙̹̦̗̰̒͛͆͋̂̋̈̽̆̄̈́̽ņ̷̨̟͇̝͔̹̦̪̳̾͋̓̈́̍̇̀̊́̂̿͂͆͜͜ş̵̧̧̥̻͕͈̫͉̳̲̫̊̀̅̂̋́͘ẁ̵̡̙̰̖̙͖̰̳̪̉͂͂̈́̓̎̀͛ȩ̶̠͎̲̺̣̖͖̳͕̺̟̭̞̎̄̇̍͌͛̑̐́ͅr̵̤͓͚̽̈́̄̔̓s̷̢̨̥͇͕͒̌̓̂̊͑̕͝.̸͖̳̤̱̪̰͚̱̤̯͓͌͐’̷͉͓̺̥̣̂ ̸̛̝̯̻̤̪͓̱̗͈̯̠̎̃̓̑̍͌́̃́͑̑̕̚͜B̶̨̤̘͙͉̞̖̻̞͉̱̈́́̓́̓̋̃̆̋̀̒́͜͝͝e̷̡͙̥̞̘̼͇͕̗̬̣͖̮̟̹͛̈́̈́̔̇̀̀̌͑̈́̀f̸̝̎ö̸͍͇̺̯̜̠̬̪̇r̴̥͈̘͎̠͓͍͖̋̋̿̾̌̅̓͋͘͠é̷̛̗͚̻̬̹̯̭̤̼͔̬̬̰́̉̋̌̊̀͐͛̿̅̑̕ ̵̡̹̻͚̻̯̼̻͚̱͍͐̆̾̌̓͐y̷̢̢̻͙̯̲̝͒̀̓̄̿͌͐̈́̐̔̂̅́̕͜ǫ̶̡̢̢̞̲͚͎͓̩͓͓̍̈́͌̀̾̎̑̃̌̉̑ͅư̶̢̤̲̖̫͕͍͒̍̃́̀͐͝ ̷̡̧͔͓̪̗͍͈̱̠̯̤̲̰̽̿͒̄͜c̷̨̧̥̳̠̪͕͙͍̤̮͓̋̿̌̃̀̀͗̾̓́̾̅̈́̚ͅã̴̘͇̞̣͕̻͎̻͉͖̊̓̓̈́̈́̀͆̈́͘̕n̶̪͇̫̜̈́͛̏̓͋͗̓̀̕͝ ̵͉̞̬́̍͑̍̊̈́͛͘̚̚͝c̴̡̼̬̆͐̍̊̓̈̀̒͊̆̚͘ơ̵͕̞̦̌̍̈͗͂ň̵̡̨̡̥̖̻͈͎̗̠̼̥̹͖͕͛́t̴̙̤̗̬̱̼̱̜̥̜̫̭͑͋́͒̊͠ī̸̧̝̺̞͔̣̔͒̌̽̂͝n̶̫̝̯̗̰̤͉̼͉̭̟̘̬̙̾̀͂̅̃͊͒̅ͅự̸̡̛̝̞̰͙́̄̆͂͛̂̔̚͝ë̶͙͙̭̼͍̲̠̈͆̃͋̋͐̈̈̈́͊̍͜͝ ̵̢͉̠͎̍́̊̈͂̃̔̌͐̓̈́̃̕͠t̶̯͒͗h̴̢̢̡͍̠̜̝̟̙͇̳͊̐́̃ͅa̶̯̺̠̪̱͆̈́t̸̨̞͓̼̗̝̯̩͓͎̘͗́̀͐͌̇̌̍̆͒͘͝͠ ̸̨̛͖̝͓̩̻̮̦̖̪͉̐̉͊̌̄̐̏̅̉̽͛̂͌͜͝ͅͅt̵̛̩̬̖͚̞̼̖͐̍͋̀̉̐̇̓̚͠ͅŗ̷͖̗̻̩̜̳̎̇a̸̡̡̧̟̩̥̪̬͚͉̹̖͓͒̑͑͊̉̂̾̈̐̐͊́̈͠͝ì̶̧̢̡̻̲̥̗̺͒͒̓̍̀͊͋́̈́̕ͅn̸̨̛͇͕̿͋̅̕͝͝ ̴̢̢̡̟̜̹̖̞̪̱͈͙̲̼͖͑̀ơ̸̠̻͈̱͇̮̦͎̣̪͚̮͚̐͗͛͑̅͆̌͂̽͗͐́͝͝f̴̮̯̙͕͚͠ ̶̖̪̭̠̣͇̪͈̗̟̪̹̙͗͛̌͑̃͋̓͌̕̕͜͜t̷̡͌͆̂͆̇̉̀͌h̶̨̥̼̟̩͍̦̥͕͍̙͎̱̹̗́̅͐̓̂̍o̴̧̡̧̱̫̞̾̇́͗̈́̕ú̵̳͔̜̳̙̲͉͚̇ǵ̸̨̛̘̲͚̬̟̞̣̜̥̮͔͍̈́̔̎̌͂̓͘͝ḧ̵͇́̒͑͑͆̿́̇̉̑̇̕͝͝ͅt̶̲̪̖͇͙̦̭͈̩̹͍̝͛͛̀̈́͜͝,̷̢̧̡͚͕̗̥͇̫̠̻́͜ ̵̢̗̬̬̬̮͔̯̹̟͋̐̑̌͌͑͊̒̈́͗͋̈́̽͠t̵̟̓̃̉̅̈́̂͌̐̓̔͝h̵̩̞̘͙̳͖̣̙̟̟͚̭̬͓̤͂̿͒̈́͒̔̓͋̒̒͛͝͝e̸̯͍̗̲͗͆͌͗̈̓͠ ̴̢͚̬̮̦͇̝̜͚̔͐͗͆͐f̸̜̼͊͊̓̽̇o̷͇̣̰͎͔̓̒̀̍͂͌̑̽͗̍̀͐̿͝r̷̩̣̃̐̑̓̉̍̒̏̀̈͊c̷̢͓̙̪̀̾͌̏̒̂͊̋̄̈́̓͘e̶̺̔̒̇̿̔̆͋͌̽̊̇͘ ̶̲͎̭̦̤́̑̊̈̾̈͌͘̚ṕ̷̢̛̫͖̼̩͖̹͆̈́͂̿͋̓̄͜͝l̶̼̻̥̪̱͈̣̟̝̭̪̰̘͓̒͊̈́̐͋̽͊͂̕̚ä̸̧̺̗̫̟̥̳̟̝̀̍̏͠͠c̵̻̬̰͕̹̐̃̐̽̎̾̄̊̕ȩ̸̹̐̂̿͋͆͛̀̉̐̉̆͆͆̕͝s̸͎̿̾͑́̀̈́͝ ̶̧̛̛͕̰͉͙̥̩̲̤̦̗̪̖̤͑̋̏̀̓̓͐̑̚͠͝͠ẏ̶̯̙̞̿̊̽̀̇͆̓́̽̉o̷̺̺̫͉͉̖̭͇̘̪͒͑̑͒͛͂̕̕͜ͅu̸̢̡̞̭͍̲͈͉̰̞̲̘̙̱̙̿͛̈́̇̔͐̄́ ̸̙͔̹̔͑̑̑̾̓̒̚d̶͓̳̹̭̮͈̩̲̹͙͕͔̐̽̈́͋͊̐̃̆̐̔͘͜͝ͅò̴̡̳̣̠̽͑̾͑̚w̶̦̥̰̑̔͗̐̽͆͘͝͠͝n̶̼͐̐̂̀̚͝͠ ̶̼̳̺̫̓͆̀ĭ̶̼͙͕n̴̨͚̬̱͚͕̝̟͔̳̗͕͙̂̎̈͝ͅs̸̡̛̜̖̣̺̠̭̼̻͉̠͈̗͗̿̓̈́̎̊̽̓̆̏͝i̷̢̛͖̙̬̗͈̓̈̈̊͛̈́́͆̊̑͋̔ͅd̶̨̨̝̭͖̱͔̪̜̣̩͕̲͗̈̀̐͐̔̽͌̔̇͌̎͘͠é̶͉̼̻̰̥̠̰̰̗̱̏͊̋̐̕͝ ̷̢̳̫̄̌̋̃͆̊͘o̷̠̰̦̙̝̠̓͊͂̽̂͑̎̑͠f̸͕̠͐̓͛͆ ̷̛̜̲͔̱̂̇̀ȧ̶̢̢̧̩̫̺̦̤̣̬̞͌̿ ̵̧̡̨̛̛̠͚̫͕̜̞̫̦̪͖̩̋͒̒̈́͊ͅl̴̻͈͚̊͗̅̌͒̎̾͌̔į̵̟͍̹̯̻̱͍̦͉̳̫͓̀̀̑̐͆͐̍̆́̾̾̅̓͘͜͜v̴͈̇͂̿̉͂͆͐͑̐̎͆̋̕͘͘i̵̢̧̧̝̙̪̙͇̞̿̈̀͜ͅn̴͙͗̃̐̈́g̸̱͙͍̺̪̭̙̟͉͓̝̳̍͆̇̐͛͂̐̕̚͝ͅͅ ̴̙͎̫̰͍͉́̈́̕͝r̶͉̭̳̫̜̼̤̟͚̥͗͆ͅo̴͎̅̌͐͌͛̆̕͝o̴̝̊͒̋̈́̊̃̑̀̚͝m̷̡̹͉̳̰̗͖͔̹͔͉̣͇͖̀͋̎͆̒̈́͝͠ͅ.̷͉̣͋̈́̄̑̔̏͊̏͛̌̐̓͋͘͘ ̶̨̮̙̱̻̜͔̰̤̍̿̾͝ͅȮ̴̧̨͎̜͔̮̱̱͔̖̤̜̠̳͗͒͐̍͝ͅn̵͓̤̙͍̣̱̞̙͙̣̩̦̩͊̓̈́̾̆̔̈́͐̊̀̕͝e̵̤͉̮͒͐͆̉́̇ ̵̧̝̩̗͔̟̂́͑̑t̷̨̡̞̭̾̑̀̓̀̈́͆͜͝h̶̻̟̰̔͛͆̀̋̍̎́̑̓̈́͛̋̉͜a̸̹͈̜̍̔̿̔ṯ̸̳̜͉͗̿̊͌ ̸̢̱̠̟̭̞͚̰̣̤̬̳̣̰̻͒į̸̼͓̗̩͓̮͈̙̫̱̪̗͎̄̂̍̃͐͂̀̂͑͋̽͌͘̚͜m̵̢̢̺̮̝̦͎͙͚̿̓͑̃͜ḿ̷̨͚̬̣̰͕̰̺̲̹̇̈̿̐͂͗͊͘͝͝͝͝͝è̴̛͍̤̬̣͍̝͎̜̥̥̠͈͙̙̇͊͛́̆̔̚͝ͅḍ̸̢̀͝i̵̡̛̲̜̦̬̤̗̻̱͑̉́͆̅͌͑̆̇̓͗͘͜͜͠a̶̢̘̻̮̮͙̞͙̤̐͗̓͐̀̓ẗ̷̛̟̩̦̰̱̫̼͇͈͙́̇̆̂̌ḙ̶̩̳̥̫̗̩̝̻̠̀̏͗̀̾̏̐̂͂̚̕̚̚͠͝l̷̢̧̗̻͓͙̙̰̩̥̣̭̎͒͊̉̚͠ỵ̴̍͑̑͊̊̋̽̕͝ ̴͇͉̳̣̭́̀̌̉̉̈͌̋́̽̒͌̍ͅç̷̛̬̬͙̻͚̥͊͆́̍̅̍̽̀̈́͘a̵̢̛͕̘̫̥̜̺̣̹͛͜ͅṵ̸̹͍͔͑͒̀͑̅̀̈́͝ͅş̴̢̰̦̰̗͔̣͖̩͎̼̈́̋̽̿̂͘͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅe̵͝��̭͎̻̇͗͠͝s̵̗͙͍̮͍͓̩͙͎̈́̍͛̏͠ ̴̧̨̭̫͇̤̻̝͎̜͂̓̑͊͗̕y̸̛͎̅́̍͋̋̏̈́̐̊̏̚o̸̐̍̓͛͜͝͝͠ű̷̯̩̫͉̱̿́͐̚̕r̷͕̗̜͙̖̳̩̾̿̊̑̆͊ ̶̨̡̣̥͈̝͔̜͈̖̙͙̎̍̓̀̈́̓̃́̚͘͝͝ͅë̸̡̡̢͉͔̥̝̦͔̞̯̘͈̜̄̄͊̊̑̈́͋̓̓̕͘y̶̛̙̦̜̺̙͇̞̗̒̒͐̏́̿̒̀̑̃͗̈́̈́͝e̴͙̾̉̋̀̈́͑͐́̑̔̚̚̕ṣ̵̥̊̎̒̆̅̈́͠ ̷̡̛̜͎̦͙̻͎̞͓͖̺̦͈̓͆̿͆́̃̈́̽͜w̵͔̺̲̤͖̺̥̾̾į̷͓͓̝͎̠̖͚̤̗͚̩͓̟͙́̌̍̆̈́̑̇̅̆͑̉̀͐̽̚ḏ̷̡̢͚̼̯̲̥͖̑̓̇̾̈́̐͌̑̀̓̚͠͝ë̵̬̙̠͇͛̉͑͊̐̌͑́͊̇̊͠n̸̡͕̜̤̬̰̉̐͂̄̈́̔̅̊́̽̎̚͝ͅ ̷̛͉̹̩̹̹̩̠̹̣̆̎͂̈́̇͊̈̐͛̕͘͝ḭ̵̧̛͚̫͙̜͎͈̪̠̊̈́̑̓̎̀n̸̨̧̼͚̗̙͙̪̻̖̣͑̍̔́̓̂́̾̐͂̓̚͘͜͝ ̵̱͓͎̻̟͕̣̫̮̜̝̮̝͖̾̈͋́f̸̰̬͈͕͙̪̌̑͊́̄̍̿̓̈́̕͜͜͝͝͠å̴̧̼͍̹̦͕̹̘̤̬̝̈́͛̓͆̀̎̓̍́͝m̵̨̘̩͔͉̱̙͎̗͈̹̪͎̓̌̒͐̈́́̈́i̴̧͓̲͖͈̣͇̘̰̼̟̜̓̉͐̍́̈́͘ͅl̷̲̗͔̦̤̮͌͗̋̀͑̿͌í̵̢̧̮͇̭̻̫̠͉a̷͇̗̗̟͍̍̋̃͗͋̊̚r̴̢̰̹̩̳̖̻̯͓͑̊̕ǐ̷̩̗̤͋̑̔̅̐̎̚͝t̶̢̧͈͙̘̺͉͉̀̂̑̀͆̋͌̐͌́̉̂͂͜y̶̨̠̩͖͇̗̯͒͊͌̀͊̅̕ͅͅͅ.̵̞̱̥̣̙̀̇̒̋̐̕ ̸̡̨̲͉͈̺̞̗̺͉̤̰̞͍̍͛͛̿̉͋̌̌̏̆̍̿͜‘̵̳̎̀͛̆̎͘Ǹ̷̼̞̠̳̯̰̗͎̞̔͐̉͊-̴̧̛̙͕̖͍̠̞̓̊̅͑ͅͅŅ̷̠͔̀̿͑̎̐̒̀̓ơ̴̢̡͍̘̣͍͚̣̦̝̯͓̰̂̉̆́̈́̉͑̂͂͒ ̵̡̡̢̛͓͈̜̠͕̩̗̘̘͍̑̎͆͂̍̑̔̈̃͌͐͘͜w̷̨̖͕̫͓̜͔͓̼̅̊̂̐͊́̑̽̚͝͝å̷̞̖̜̯̒̂͋̉͘͠͝y̸̨̢̨̛̛̟̘̜̙͕͈̻̠̤͙͛̾̊̽̕͝…̷̟̯̟̫͇̭̯͙̤̻̥̠̳͔̽̈́́́͂̕͠ ̸̡̙̣͎͍̪̯̳̗̯̦̖̝͌̇̂̐͒͋̚ṯ̸̡̧̲̥̦̺̠̖̫͔̱̹̻̔͑h̷̡̭̙͙̗̤́͋̆͑̇i̴̢̢̛͖̙̼̫̜̓̿̋͐̐͋̈̂͜s̵̗̪̟͓̲̮̜̿̋̂ ̴͚̦̙̘̫͈̐i̸͈͌̾͛̂́̐̎s̴͇̖͚̮̻̈́̓͗̊́̾̆ ̴̪̯̜͓̮͖͉̯͍͉̩͓́̓͜͠ͅm̷̬̫̗̜̫̥̝̳̤̀̍̃͌̿̅́̿̑͘̕͜͠y̴͔̭̭̚ ̴̯͙̹̰̯̔͐̓̐̐͜Ģ̴͉̥̬̺̦̖̦̈́̊́͒͗r̵̢̢̨̲̱͚̖͎͂̽̑̐̅̉ä̶̟̝̠̪̤̙̱̳̞̙͙̥͇̗́̃͆̇̐ņ̸̼̺̫͖̟̯̠̟͙̻͍̥͈͈̈́͛͂̾͂͌̌̏͑́̎̽̕͝d̴̢̬̥͇̥̯̤͎͛̏m̵̠̘͛͐̉̓̆̌͗̐͒̓́̇̐͘͠a̶̡̧͔̯̯̻̬̫̿̓̓̅͗͗̕͠’̴̢̨̪̝̬̭̞͎̤̥̲͈̃̐͊̾̆͒̅̇͒̕ͅs̷̛̛͉̤̺̄̓̉̏̓͛̕͝ ̴͖̬̬͈̬̝̻̯̬͍͓̰̰̄̎́̓̄͘͝h̸͍̮͉͆̔̂͆̒ǫ̴̨̛̥̘̻̲͕̭̪̞͋̋́̎̃̏͗̍̿͐͜͝ŭ̶̜͙͔̤̫̬͍̪͇̗͚̮̯̥̥̓̽̍̒̽͝s̴̡͚̗̭̺̈́̈̀̿̄̈͝e̶͎̫̺͇͌̄̌͊̽̔̀̌̿̄́̀̚,̸̞̰̓͊̚͠’̸͓̬͈̮̬͔͊̌̾̀̈̎̎̍̋̏̈́̚͠͠ ̶̗̳͎̪̮͇̱̥̖̇͊̄̔̓͗̈́̑͊͝͝͠ỷ̸͎̥̹͎̺o̷̡̥̞͙͖̦͔̻̲̘͍͇̣̅̽́́̈́͒̀̌̒͗̊͌̎̈́ư̸͙̫̘͉̑̿̾̅͗̊̾͒͂̅̆̄ ̶̨̡̙̦̱̗̦̟̟͓͚̳̘͛̍̀̋̂͌̿̾t̵͍͍̜̖͕́̊̿̆͋̈ḧ̵̙͍̥͎̹͖̼̮̃͛͜ḯ̷̡͂̃̎͒̈́͐̀̽̏̀̃͝n̸̛̮͉̟̟̤͚̘̪͊̈́͐̿̽̈́͠k̸͙̤͉̞̝̞̱̩̔͌̿̈́͂̑͆̈͛̾ ̶̨̨̟̯͍̞͐̽̔̋̍̎͆͂̕͝͠f̶̨̯̺̙̯̼̟̬̤̥͊̀ŗ̵͍͓̥͙̗̞͍͕̥̾͜ͅá̵̝͆̊̊͐̌̃̈͒̂͠͝n̷͇̱̜̖̬͉̋t̵̨̨͎͖͍̫̝͓̼̖̀̓̑͗̒̈́̊̎̂̅͆̓͠ȉ̶̠͍̙̯͋c̶̞̹̬̣̘͙̱̼͊̐ͅa̶̡̗̘͕̳̪̘̬̘̼̣̦̩̻̳̓̿l̴̞̲͌̐͐̆͑̒̕l̷͖͖̖̣̘͎̖̗̜̣͙̰̤̇͊͜ͅy̸̧͇̺̺̳̖̥͈͖͕̥͌̾̈̍̍̊͋̇͌̏̄̚͘,̴̧͍̲̰͈̺̤͚̳͉̟͉̫͂́̓̓͋̍̋͌̏̽̍̕͠͝ͅ ̴̫̠̟̝̭̹̩͇͔̼͑̓̓̒̈́̇̑́͌͂‘̶̤̱̻͍̞́W̶̙̠̬̤̞̏͊h̷̩͎͔͒̑̂̂̾̈́̍̅̏̑ǎ̵̢̛̝̯͎͙̣͓̬̳͓͉̂̋̃̈́͋͠ͅt̸̢̮͎̟̻̹̦̰́̿͂̒̃̿̚͝ ̷̙͉͍̳̜̪̈́͂̒́̾̾̏͐̀͑̚͘̚͘á̷̖̥͓̰̣̻͍̻̹̰͚̘̥̼̇͊̈́̅̎̆̓̊̐͋̕͘͝r̴͉̮̥̖̥̔̏̈́̀̌̈̋̂̓ȩ̸͉̞͚̲̫̫͍̈̌͐́̈̅̐́̂̆̔̉̕͘͜͠ ̸̨̢̡̦͕͙̣͇̑̃̑͑͑̃͐̓̃̾͘ẅ̷͕͖͕̝̭̲͓̿̈̃e̴̛̖͎͇̹̯͚̲̯͖̭̩͂̊͐̈̕ ̷̦͈͍̠̩̯̘͓͜͠d̷̢̼̻̣̻̱̝̩͚̭͛̓́̆̅͒͛̚o̴͚̙̺̹̖͛̔̐̇̆͗͐̃͝͝i̶̺͉̺̻̞̘͇̼̝͍̜̱̍̋̀́͂͘͜n̷̡̛̹̙̳͔͉̝̳̙͂̇̕g̸̡̢͈̩̺̟̬̯͚͎̖̟̓̾͜ ̵̢̛͉͖̺̌̔̃̀̂͘͘h̴̡̲̭̼̫͓̻̩͉̳̦͍̘͈͊̄̚͠ȩ̴̻̺̭̫̹͛̋̀̑̎̂̀͗̂̅͆͑r̷͇̂̇̇͗͂̇̾́͝e̴̠͉̮̙̹͓̙̽͘͜?̷̨̡̛̝̼̠͇̲͉̽̐̑͋̌̋̊̈́̓̓͂̕̕͜’̴̢̗͙͕̳͔͒̆ͅͅ ̸̛̣̲̑̔̚“̸̧̛̹̹̠̦̪̙̖͑̓͋̒̔̈̓͆͒̽̀͘ͅG̸̠̔̀̓̿̀̕͜r̷̡̙̖̫̠̩̻̘͔̫̒͆̌͑̌̇͑͛̏͆͆͋̎̕̚ą̶̠͕̞͎̤̰̣͓̜͂̒̾̍̾̇͛̎̓͐́̃̅͠ͅm̸̢̥̟̗̖͉̤͎̣̝̦͈̱̤̎̏̈͌́́̓̈́̐͑̚̕͠͝m̵͇̘̊̉̌́̈́̈́̍̎̓́̃̕̚͝y̵͈̩̼͇͎̻̔̏̐͌̿̐̕͝ ̸̬̏̔Ẍ̷̨̯̻̫̙̣̟̟͓́̾̅̒̕ẻ̴̬͖͂͌̓̌ņ̷͕̣̱̙͈͎̞͐̀͊̿a̶͕̭̰̜̟̺͕͇̫̪̟̯̙̜̍̃͑͛͛̆̐́̓̈!̷̢̧̢̛͓̙̥͖͍̈́͑͒̓̚̚͜͝,̸̧̛͕̫̯̤͓̠͔̯͌̈́̂͠͝”̷̢͈̠̖̝̒͋͛͐̑̈́̒̈́͊̍̽̍͗̔ ̷̨̛̟̰͚͓̮͙̼͉̤̄̑̄̆̔̂̎̃̓̚͝å̷̛̟͍̦̺͙͎̖͓̪̄̑̐̄͐̓́ͅ ̷̧̡̗̖̙͎̙̬̩̬̝͂͂͜c̴̫̤̦̭̮̹̖̜̮̼̬̿̚͘h̶͍̮͇̦͙̝̰̃̾̓͜ḭ̴̢̢͉̪̫̳͔̤̗͎̥̺̂́͆͊̌l̴̢̛̮̦̳̱̰͉̘̜̬̩͓͊̿̎̀̐͛͒͛͊̕ͅḋ̴̨̢̧̯͙̲̦̥̝̻̪̰̃̃̂̀̈͠͝͠͝ ̴̢̡̺͔̥̳̮̖̳̺̞̲̭͇͙͗̍̀̔ḙ̵̣̟̻̐̓̄̿̎̉͊͋̄́͘͜͝͠͝x̶̧̨̬̗̬̭̣͇͇͎̀̈́̀̃̆̅͂̎͑̓̂͂͠͝͝ͅc̷̺͎̚ͅl̴̛͉̎̓́̂͑̿̃͂̾̉̏̓͌͝ą̵̟̝͇͔̫̼͈̠̣̱̬͋͐͝i̸̡͇͚͖̫̣͉͗͋̓͛͊̎̋̕m̷̨̩̜̟̩̍̃́͑̈́͌̌̔͌͗s̸̘̺̘͎̝̜͈̓̋̒͂͆͛ͅͅ ̸͖̄̊̃́̑̓̎͊̕̚͜͝͠f̴̨̡̞̲̟͕͈̳̣̰̖̺͉̘͆͂̄̋̈́̈́̽̀̌̚͠ͅŗ̷̨̘̼͚̳̝͍̦̬̪̲͌̉̎̚o̸̧̨͇̭̤̭̮̳͔̤̹̳͚̔̈́͐͜ṁ̸̡͓̖̭̒̑̍͌̂̅̃ ̴̢̮̦̼͚̳̝̲̞̄͒́̈̽̄̆̽̾̓̈̊͝͠b̸̧͍̯̂̏̏̿̈̅ȩ̵̯̮̠̖͇͚͈̩̞̗̎̅̋́h̸̢͓̩̯͙̖̦̅̈́̊͑̾͋̌̎̓͘͝͝į̸̧̛̪̞̺̤̲͙̪̬̳̙̻̱͚̽́̄̈́̂̓̃̈̌n̵̛̪̣̼̹͇̳̳̓͌̆͒̄ͅd̷̛̊̒́̂̍͗̐͑̽̉̈́́̄͠ͅ��̧̖͎̗͇͕ ̷̛͈̦͛̿̓͌̈́̅̐̉͝͝y̶̗̘̩̼̮͚̱̩̲͗̇̊̿͒͆̽̓̔̄̅̓̎͘͠ͅo̶̜̺̙̝͕͉̐͛ṷ̸̥̫̺͂̑̑̇̋̎͐͘,̸̢̛̜͈͈͖̮̱̰̮͒͌̓̓̋̃̽̾͛̒̅̕ ̷͚̹͓̳͉̙̼͕̲̻̱̏͌́̄̓̄̄̀̊̈̿̍͒̈́̕c̷̤̱͕͉̘̯͎̱͈͉̦̓͂̐̄̆ľ̸̨͍͔̟̦͍͉̑è̷̛̝̗̝͑̀̍̃̿͊̀̅̌̕̕a̸̧̲̺̖̱͎̱̻̻̒̑̃͆̈́͌̎͘͜r̷̭͔̭̘̝̓́̿͒̚͜͝l̷̡̪͖̯͔̟̮̲̖͙͛̍͑̄͛̏͗̕͜͝ͅȳ̶̫̯̫͔̱̾̒̎̈́͋͆̈́̐̒̍̏̕͘ ̸̙̱͈̪̅̆̃͌̒̋̋̃́͝b̷̞̫̦̅̄̏̌̓̾͊̊̑̒͗͘͝͠ü̴̫͖̪̫͒̈͗͆̈́̐́̆͆̒̈́͝t̶̨̢̥̣͉̜͖̜̟̥̭͐͑̃̌̋͆̈́̅́̌̀͑̈́̔͜c̷̤̤̫̺̞͐̃̋͜ͅh̷̡̢̺̲͈̪̗̜͈̟͒̊̆̑̓̈́͐͆͒̌͜e̶͇̪̬͚͂̽̊͌͒̒̎̃̀̌̇̕͝͝r̷̛͚̈͊͋̋̓̈͂̈̀̈́̐̐̚͠i̴̡̛̜͍̼̩̜̺̱̺̬̽̈͊̒͑̍͒̓͑̍̊͜͜͝͝n̴̡̰͖̠̮̣̹̦̫͓̹̰̤̊̒̓̈͐̓͝ḡ̶̨͔͔̬̫̩̯̪̃̍ ̸̖̮̦̪͔͚̘̮̳͖̣͕̋̌͗̾̔͗̏̒͊̂̌̚̚̚͘ţ̴͖͈͚̟̞̤̳͗̎̎̈́̆̿͋͛̂͘̚͝ḧ̴̢̜̩͖̉̓̆̊́͌͐̒͌̔̏̈́̂͠ę̶̤̠͇̩̦̓̋̕͝ ̵̡̥̭̳̂̀̇͊ņ̸̛͇̞̠̜̦͍̗̲̭̰̼̀͒́̊̍̔a̸̝̺̤̓̀̈́͘ḿ̷̩̠͛̐̿͂̈́̈́̂̍̽̑́̄͝e̸̢̧̛̳͎̩͇̼̒͆̈́̂̃̈̃̕͜͝͝,̴͚̺͉͑̓̈̾̑͋̚͜ ̶̡̛͈̹͕̘͕̼̞͖̞̟̯͔̠́̋͆͊̉́̈́̈́̌̃̓̕͝“̸̟̼̞̺̥̦̾̽͗̿̆͝͠ͅT̵̡̨͖͍͎̲̱͇̫̼͔̣̳͋̑͑̌̂̋̄͒̈́̐͒̓͘ĕ̸̡͈͚̱̲̻̝̦̽͐̿̄̀̓͆͐̃̈́̚l̷̛̜̳͍̝͇̀͌̇͜l̶̢̡̧̘̳̬̠̯̘̣̣̠̀̐̕͜͝͠ ̸͚̻̗̥̃͒͛̾̍͂m̴̱̼̏̋́̈́̀̈́͐͒͝ē̵̱̗̣͍͐͘ ̸̛̹͎̜͔̥̫̩̬͂͌̐͑̾́́̓͑̀̉̕a̷̡̤͓̭̪͉̹͉͚̙͋̌̋̕n̸̗̳̗̆̇̆̑̈͒͑̿͑͝͠͠ȏ̷̥̥̠̱̲̲̼̳̱̭̪̟̙̯̰̇͐̏͋̑͋̀͐̾̈͊̓͝͠t̷̡̨̛̝̖͍͖̞̲͉͈̬̐̑̑̽̈͛̋̓́̂̚͝ͅͅh̵̤̲̅̊̃̽͆͒̿̉̅͋̈́̕e̷̡͍̻̭̦͉͙̹̬̬̍͜r̶̨͚̺̼̟̙̺̒̈̌̉́̄͆̏̐̆̀̀̕͝͠ ̷̧̹͉͉̩̘̠̈́̍̇̚͝s̴̡̞͍̞̰̤̹͇̫̪̋̀̎̃̋̒͛́̽̑͋́̒́̐t̵̢͓̠̖̻͍̉͆̓̕ŏ̷̡͖͕̙̗̫͔͎̮̣̣r̶̡̖̼̮̳͔̄̃̑̈́̕y̶̛͑̀̈́̃͐̔͆̿͝͝͠��̨͕̹̠͈̘̙͖̫̇͜ ̶̢̨̗̥͙̘̦̭̳͉͕͙̾̒̄͒̽̿̐̂͝ͅp̵̧̧̣̬̘̮̳͕̊̒͋̊̔̿̇̾̿͋͗̕͠ẁ̵̧̹̜͙͋͑́̀̏́̇̉̀e̵̺͕͕̜͙̺͓̯̟̲͇̮͐̈͐͐̚a̴̼͛̀̑͘͜͠ş̶̢̰̰̣͓͚̕ė̶͉̤̟͇̂̏͗͛͛͌ͅ!̸͓̫̬̼͓̪͈̥̤̲͖̎͆̍̌͋͗͛͛͋̒̿̎ͅ”̸͚̹̖̃̀̒͗̓̈́͑̂͒̆͆͜͝͝ ̸͎̘̙̠͒͋Ẩ̵̧̨̡̧̙͎̼̤̳̙̞͖̠͈̖̽̓͌̐́̾̔̽̅͝s̷͈̝͇͙̐̿́̔̾̀̏́̈́̚͘͝͝͠ ̷̢̢̩͈̜͎͓̃̽̿̓̔̇́͠͝ͅỵ̵̧̨̡̛͇̭̳̖̫͒̋͑́ó̴̧̢̘̯̣̞̘͓̱̤͙̘̘̻̓̏͐̈̕͠u̸̡̖̰̪̫̻̺̻͙̫̥̽̄͐͜ͅ ̷̨̤̤̺͍̟̥̬̱̣͖̍̏̎͋̆̈́̂̈́̔̈̔̕̚͜͝ͅs̸̰̆́̽̇̏̓́̀͠l̸͈̑̍͛̍͛̉͂́͒̄̈͠͝͠͝o̵̩͔̰̘̲͓͖̹͓͖̭̓̄w̷̧̯̠͔̗̝̹̭͉͓̰̯̅̈́͋́̈́̑͒͠͝l̸̨̥̳̦͙͋͗͂͐̒̈́̓̓͊́̔̈͆̀y̵̨̳̘̞̖̺͈̘̳͈̲̫͇̻͗͝ ̸͔̜̚͝t̴̻̣̘̰̰̼̲̞̯͇̽̽u̷̡̼͎̯̔̾̆̔r̵̛̩͕͗̄̿͋̀̅̔̒̃̚n̴̻̺̣̠̮̯̎̀͗͊̆͌̑̚ ̵̥͈͙̺̲͇̬̓̿̊̄a̴̙̘̥͇̞̼͙̙̠̳̳̎͂̍̇̎̂̍̚̕̚͝r̵̬̜͙̯̩͔͖̾̆̔͂̓̍͛̀̃́͜͝͠ͅͅǫ̴̡̹̯̹̰̻̯̰̠͆̚ū̷̦̣͈̜͍̖̤̦͙̗̠̆̏͌̊͐̄͛͋͠͝͠ņ̵̘̙̎̌ḑ̸̺͔͚̤͔͙̙͇̣̻̣̱̿͒̊͂̎͂̒͗̏͋̕͝,̸̢͍͎̪͈̻̒̈́̋͊̈́͆͛͒͋̋̇̇̃͒͘ ̸̡̛̗͈͇̦̯̺͙̒̓͗̒̃̽͗̇͐̈͌̊̕͝k̵̺͖̽̄͒̂̋͋͂̈̓̐̚n̴̡̢̝̲̣̩̼͉̫̼̙̲̐̃͐̀̒͛̿̄͗̏̓ō̴̧̡̞͚̹̠̄͌̓̊̾̽͐̈́̐̔̚̕̕̕w̷̧̛̦̣̦̖̲̞̪̩̰͔̪̘̗͊̈́̈́̋͆̈́̀͂̿̐́̀̑͠į̶̡̛̯̝̫̼̪̮̺̊̈́̿̿̾̔̈̌̂̑̀̾̚͜n̶͈̘͇͎͔̻̔̕g̶̛̻̉̇̔̋͠͝ ̸̟͍̱̰̹͕̳̣̘͚̭̬̞̂̋͌̓̐̓̇̅̋̏̈́͐̚̚͝e̷͚̼̪̻͇̼̒̏̀̾͑́x̶̭̋̌̌̅͗̿͑́̂̏͑́̕ả̴̢̧̬͖̦̺̤͐͌̈́͌͋̀c̶̺̩̫̔̏̅͐̈́̎̐̿͋̎t̸͖͖̗̩͙̪͈͇̤̏͑̓̇̿̏̋̎̚͠ḻ̸̡̲̹̙̳͎̝̯̯̯̯́̀̇̀͜y̶̬̯͉͝ ̷̛̣͎̙̪̱̠̜̒̄̈́̈͑̇̿͗͘̚͜ẉ̵̢̧̣̙̫͎̠͇̻̇̏̈́̏h̷̡̧̨̬̼̘̙̠̝̣͍͚̬̍̄͜a̸̳͈͎͙͚̰̤̜̠͍͉̠͋͆̆̎͋̋͆̓̂̕͜t̷̻̻͇͇͔̜͍̞̼͇̩̮̳̑́̉͂̾͗ ̸͈͇͛͋̇͛̓̒̈́̔́̔̐̎̚͝͠y̴̨̡̞͇͍̤̻̱̠̫͓͚̹̫̌͂̃̈͌̕o̷̧͙̳̝̖͔̗̱̦͐̆́̃̀̿̈́̍̍̑̎̚u̶̬̩̤̓̽̄̈́̈́̊̏̓͌̓̋̚͝͝’̸̢̧̛̼̬̭̩̜̫̥͖̮̽̏̔͑̔͌̿͜r̷̦͈̤̥͉̻̱̠̱̙͙̳̫̽͊̊̈́͂̿̄͊͑͐͂͜e̵̛̱̱̣̫͂̽͋̈̈́͋̓͋͛̍̈́͌̂͊ ̴̹̌͂͗̿̍͂͒̈́̏̓̅̆́͌͠ȁ̷̛̘̲͚̲̯̰̔̇̏̑̇̑͒͗̌̈̍̕͝b̴̛̺̳̼̟͓͔̩̈́̀̇̾́̉͒̈̈́̉͊͝ơ̵̧͉̦̮̫̣̟̣̮̠̞̖͍͛̋̈́̅̀͐́̋̊̂̃͒̚u̵͉͕̮̜̮̖̤̘̝͇̰̹̰̦̅͑̅̕͘͘t̴̡̮̼͊̋̋͛̈́̇̾͑̀̕̚͝ ̶̱̜̱̖̱̰̮͚̪̀͆͋̉̋̌͒̈́͊͌͘͜ṯ̷̢̧̛̤̰̳̠͍̟̻͋̈́͑́͒̐̎̚͠͝ͅo̶̢̹̱̘̗̳̞͑͋̿̽͗̊͐̓͜ͅ ̸̨̧̻̟͙̣̬̞̗̝̜͋̓̏̂̽͌̕w̸̛̞̦͗̂̿̔̅̈́̚͝͠i̵̢̪̞̦̭̗̥̫̲̱̲̜̱͙͑͌̒̾̾̿̐̒͌͑͊̽͋͊̚ͅṯ̸̜̟̰̞̼̯̼̫̲̦̘̙̄̐̽̽͂͜͠ṇ̸̢͇͚̩̦̗͉̝̱̒̆̉̊̿͜͜͜͠ͅè̶̤̫͇͔͓͇͐̉̓̿̃̓́̽͊̀̇̂͒͋ͅs̷̯̺̙̹̆͂̿͐̽̽̄̍̾́̿͋͝͝͝s̷̡̨͓̳̗̣̝̲̘̰̮̃̈̊̐̎̽̈́̓̍̾͗̐͒̅,̶̨̢̝͎̘̯̣̫̪̜͓͚̻̟̞̋̇̄͗͐̄̉̐̃͒͘̕̚͝͠ ̴̨̢̡̧̟̟͈̟͚̘̣̣͒̂̀̑͗̇͘͜͝y̶̧̨̛͖̫̱̜̜̥̗̙͋̿̀͗̏͗̒̃̑͌͘ǫ̶̮͙̩̜͔̳̲̗̹̿ü̸̗̬̹͓̙̙̻̭̮͎̹̱̜̓̆͘r̸̡̖͔̙̰̼̪̜̙̺̯͚̈͛̈̂̎̉̎̊̅̾͘͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͚̪͇̰̤̹̳̹̳̲͓̘̟̈̈́̅͑͋̌̀̕͘͝e̷̛̪̻̙͂̎͒̈́͂̐͗̍̀̽͐̕͠y̴̥͆ë̵̱͉̳̳́̄̐́̀̋̾̌͑̓͋̈́̚ś̷̛̠́̿́̓́̽̓́̏́̊͝͝ ̸͕̠̱̪͖͖̈́̋̏̀̃͠w̶̨͓̠̹̳͖̥̔̅̿̉̈̂͂̓͐̐͊̊͐̕͝ì̴̑̄̊͆̎̂̓̈̆͛͆̌ͅd̶̡̩̻͕̩͕̻̿́ȩ̶̤̮͈̱͍̭̓͆͆͒̀͂̒̓́̉͝͝ǹ̶̛̮͎͓͕̲̟̜̟̈́̀͆͌͠͠͠ ̴͇̲̮̙̟̇̌̑̚͝ͅa̶͙̼̜̐͊̃̾̑̀̐̐͗̈̒̔̚̕͜͝ś̶̘͎̹͙̪̟̱̙̪̞̖̰̤̓̊͑͗̾̓̕ ̷̛̭͌̀̀̾̆̆̍̅̄̅̊͘͝y̵̮͇̭̞̖͍̲͑̓̑̈́ͅớ̵͔̹͍͙̱͕̈́͊́̄̈́͋͑͠ư̸̬̫̘̘̽̀̀̍͌͒͗͌͘͝ ̵̖͈̟͙̝͍̫͍͖̦̑͗͌̒̓̕͝͝͝ç̷̡̨̦̖̲͎̮̼̼̟͔̓̾̈́́͑̚̕ò̵͚͉̈̏̑͑͂̈̚m̶̢̻̤͎̪̝͎̱̱̼̻̱̎͋̅͐͋̄̆͗̑̉̑̋͂̃̚ͅp̵̭̬͖̣̰̠̟̆r̶̢̪̳͚̙̘̮̲̖͚̹̻̲͕̮͛̆͊͊͂̀̀̽̚e̵̢̡̪͖̬̩̻̫͇̱̯͚̓̾̽̽̔̾̃̿̇̂́̏̐̚͠h̷̝͚̼͔̘̒̔̾̀̿̃̓͛͠͝é̵̛̳̣̦̰̼̱̐̄̒̐̾̅͋̊̀̽͝͝n̴̯̓d̸̪̗̘̞̣͈̥̟͙̠̪́̄͂̄̌́̀̚͜ ̶̡̢̼̳͉̖͈̭̩͙̲̲̃̄̑̃͗̌̚͝e̷̡̡̢͉̟̘͎̤̲̱̭͍͔̋̚͜x̴̛̛͈̭͖͌͊̏͊̓͑̎̏͗̀̓͜a̵̢̛̱͇͉̐̄̈́̃̎ć̴͍̬̻̙̦̗͈̭̙̱̒͐̅͊͗͗̃̀̈́͗̈͊̚͝t̵͔͔̺̤̘͉͙̳͚̞̦̼̮̍̓̋̏͊́͊̽̏l̶͎̥͑̄̅̀̀̎͗͗̿̉̃͝y̶̨̨̨͎͖̱̞̳̱̮͎̫̺͖̣̒͐ ̴̙̻̀͆̐̅̊̐̓̌̕͜ͅẉ̸̛͔͕̞̬̟̱͇̜̳̍͛̔̓̊̾̃͒͂̇̚͝ͅḩ̸̛̼͈͍͎̻͇͔̪̺̽̈́̈́̊͋̐͒̈́̒͜͜y̵̧̨̠͎̜̲̺̟̖͍͍̜̾͗̃͜ ̴̛̣̖̤̠̲̥̼͇͉̿̆̿͐̇̃̊͠X̴̮͉͍͖̳̘̳̞̯̘͉͎͓͊̿̓͆̅͝ḙ̷̠͇͎̯̬̞̝͉͕́̍̀͊̚͘n̵̗̈́̂̓̎͆̕͠ḭ̵̛͙̤̯̉̌ḁ̴̦̲͉̅̈́̈́̿̀́͑̔̇͌́̀̈ͅ ̴͓͖̠͕͙̦̦̺̠̳͂̎͆̏̐̏͒̋̀̇͝h̸̖̋̽̓͂͗̿̀̔ą̵̡̻̞̇d̵̛͓̪͈̺̯̈̽͐̈́̐͗̇͂̋̚̕͘ͅ ̸̧̨̨̲̜̭̬̬͖̞͔̤͍́̓̽̈́͊͒l̶̢͊̉͒̒͝ǫ̸̧̺̠͍̟͍̹̘̤͔̗́ǫ̸̼̯̞̜̙̜̓̇ͅͅk̵͖̖̝̻̖̰̭͓̯̫̜̜̼̮͖̋̆̽̓͛͒̏̈́͒͆͘͝e̷͉͖͎̦͍̝̩̐̍̄d̶̢̛̤̻͉̖̬̻̻̖̬͉̰̠̃̀̍̿̎̀͋͛̎̚ ̴̛̥̦͍̹͍̩̮̯̞̳͒̐̉̈́̾̽̅̿̏̎͘͠͝͠ͅs̴̛̤̦̣̗̝̘̤̦̫̱͓͑̓̇̑͊̌̑̿̈́͂͂͂͒͜͠ő̷̧̱͈̼̭̳̬̱̦͖͇̺̖̰̀͌̿̂͌͛̏͜ ̸̠͖̻̀͊̕͠f̵͖̜̫͖͎̭̥͑͂̊͑̽̑̎̇̊̊͋̿̚͘͝ã̸̢̰̤̦͈̬̩͓̲͓͎͚͉̆̀̐͗͆͐̐ͅm̵̧̛͙̱̂̈̅̏͑̂̈́̑͌̃̊͝î̷̝̠͙̮͖̜̘̹̻̾̀̏̒͑̊̽͌̄͝l̷͍͇̝̳͊̒͊̓̿̉̃͛́́̏͐į̸̨͙̗̳͖̤̖̭̰̦̺͇͚́͆̎̏̂̈́͑̓̐̾͂̀̕ͅa̴̡͙͕͚̫͓̯͍̳̋͆͂r̶̡̭̲̼͇̠͕͇̻̮͕͐̂̏̓̇͋͛̿̚̕͠͝͝ ̸̫̠̅t̵̤͇̻̍̓͛͂ͅő̷̟͕̘̗͊͌̈́̎́̈́̽̈́͛́ͅ ̵̡̨̳͈̞̦̒̑̏͌y̷̡͚̼̦̣͙̠̬͕͆̆̊͊͒̉̅͋́̿͝o̵̡̢͇͈̤̙̪̽̐͑̾̐̋̂̂̚͝͠ů̶̬̖͙̼̟̪͉̅.̸̡̡̞̩̝͍͈̫͎̝͖̝̽ ̴̢̨̛̺̦̯͖͕̬̥̠͚̤̲̼̀̒̇̊́͆̈̋̂̋̿̇͊͠Ş̴̛̗͉͎̣̅̓́̉̒̎͜h̴̘͌̽͆̔͛̊e̴̡̐̊̈́̈́ ̷͔̮̼̜̩͗̄̊͗ẃ̵̧̰͔̱̪͜a̷̼̟̙̩̘̱̪̭͋̄̀͆̐̽̊̽͋͠ͅś̴̟̹͕̠̳͕̰͙̬̾̈́̕͝ ̷̛̛͖̫̐͛͒̔̌̈͒̑͠ŷ̴͕̻̱̠̖͜ö̵̖̥͙̺͖̝̩̔͐̽̊̌̔͋͌̂͌̈́̇̈̈́͜ů̶͍̠͓͎͔͜͜ŗ̸̗̞̪̽̅̽͌͐̌͋̇̓̅̎̑ ̷̢̫̯̟͕͎̙͈̦̫̦̱͇̎̑͐̀͗̽͜͝G̸̨̰̖̹̥̭̤̥̪̱̜̺͎̝̲̾̈́̚r̶͔̖͗͑͆̑͑̉͛́́́ͅą̸̧͍̮̣̉̋̅̑̈́͜n̸̢̢̧̨̢̨͇̘̤̫̬̳͎̬̋͐̾͗̋̽̕͜d̴̞̤̬̱̠̺̥̲̆̆̈́̃̾̓̍͛͋͠m̸̢̧̹͙͍̱͓̺͉͛̔ơ̴̧̢̻̩͕̜̬̗̱̣͈̋̃̑́͊͂̓͆̅̕ț̷̞̜̟̬̼̏͐͗̈́̐̈̎͒̒̄̓̂͑̚͠ĥ̷̛̼̰͖̭̺̿̈́e̶̡̢̞̖̘̝̹̪͈̺͚͚̮͑̄̒͐̃͜ŗ̷̱̪̳̰̗̟̗̍̈́̽̔̈́͂̎̄̽͂̂̕.̸͓͉̜͚̲͒͛̎͐̉͘͜͝ ̸̡̛̯̮̝̞̺̯͕̫̪̮͚͑̏͋̓̍̋̕

̴̹̬̰͔̥̗̜͔̦̭̻̫̻̮͐͋̇̏̄͑̄̓͜͝͝ʇ̷̡̼̦̦̘͍̫̤̦̙̣̞̺̪͍̌̑̅̀̊͛͘̚ǹ̷͉͚̂͜ͅỏ̵̘̤̽̅͛̽͝͝ ̷̨̲̯̠̲̭̦̲̹̲̭̺̗͇͊̇͋̉̄ͅɥ̶̛̗̘̝͍̠̍̌̿͂̏̓̃̀̐̍̑̄̐̕ɔ̵̡̛̝̺̝̫͉̩̫̟͎͇͔̩͍̑͆͐̃̑̓̉͋̽̇ʇ̴̧̥͖̭̝͙̰͎̰̬̦̬̋̂͛̍̈́̐̊̾̚ͅɐ̸̨̜͓̟͗̀̊̎̿̔́͒̅̌̃̀̉͠ʍ

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