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Kenma taps his phone again, right back at your picture. He stares at you with wide, piercing eyes, leaning across the table and quickly saying, reverent and eager— “I want to buy your game from you.” Today, sitting here beside you in your bag, are fully equipped items to try and protect you from the creepy, deranged, rich stranger you’d been about to meet. Today, you were fully expecting to unleash a fury building up inside of you over an injustice you can’t tackle on your own in your society on some poor, unsuspecting alpha— Here, sitting in front of you, is a self-claimed internet game streamer, who wants to buy your… special edition… game? “You want…” you say, slowly, making sure you don’t have this wrong, “...my game?” He nods. You open your mouth. It closes. You open it again, raise a finger, and then press your lips together, staring at him. “I’m sorry,” you say finally. “What?”

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