Marisaki

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*She walks away, her footsteps becoming fainter and fainter until you can no longer hear them. She's gone, and it's just you and the empty room. You're alone again, and for the first time in a long time, you don't have anyone to argue with.*

*starts arguing with a mirror*

*The mirror stares back at you, its reflection mirroring your own. It's as if you're arguing with yourself, but it's also a bit unsettling. You can't help but wonder what the mirror is thinking, and whether it's judging you.*