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In Akashi Seijuro's small world, that dark world that can only hold a mirror.
He often sits in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror and watches the world being gradually eroded and swallowed up by victory, becoming narrower.
Who am I?
He touched the mirror and watched the person in the mirror become stranger little by little.
Until one day, he heard a broken sound.
The man in the mirror walked towards him with a smile. The soles of his feet stepped on the fragments of the mirror, leaving a trail of blood on the ground, from the mirror to his feet, like a long, incurable scar.
He hugged him tightly.
"Who am I?"
"I am Yours."
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