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| '''Scene 1: Office Pantry'''
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| Beep! The alarm you set for 4:30 in the afternoon goes off.
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| You turn off the alarm and save the documents on your computer. Makeup kit in hand, you head over to the pantry.
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| Tonight, there is a business reception hosted by one of Stellis' famous luxury brands: Resonantia.
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| Artem handled one of their contract disputes. So, he was invited.
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| Artem invited you to be his partner for this event.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (I should learn better makeup techniques...)
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Oh well, I'll just put on a base for today, least I make myself look like a fool...)
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| As you prepare to apply your makeup, the doors to the pantry open...
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| After scanning the pantry, Kiki heads straight over to you.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' (Name), are you going to Resonantia's reception tonight with Artem?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yeah?
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| Kiki grasps your hand firmly. You can see a tingle in her eyes.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' Please! I have only one wish in my life!
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' Please help me if you can!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What is it?
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' At the business reception, my idol will be there as the spokesperson for the luxury brand.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' If you meet him, can you help me get his autograph...
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| Without waiting for your reply, Kiki tries to explain.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' I'm not forcing you or anything. Just try if you get the opportunity...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Okay, I'll try. But no promises.
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| Kiki throws you a bear hug before you finish.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' I know, I know! Thank you very much! (Name), you're an angel sent by God!
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| '''Scene 2: Artem's Office'''
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| At the same time.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Hey, are you really going to bring (Name) to the business reception?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Yes. What about it?
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' The reception invited not only associates, but also movie stars.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' I remember the spokesperson, someone by the name of [[Kanon Clark|Kanon]], will also be attending.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You follow entertainment news?
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Of course not.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' He's in a TV show that's been popular lately. Something to do with office romance?
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Every girl in the office has been following it. They talk about it every day. That's why I remember.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' I heard that Kanon has been deemed "the best senior to have in the office."
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| With no intention of stopping, Celestine looks at Artem.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Aren't you afraid she'll...?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I don't think she will be attracted to a TV show character like that.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Besides, TV shows are just acting. Real life is different.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The basis for a relationship is built on mutual trust and understanding.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' What you're referring is "love will come in time," but don't forget that there's also "love at first sight."
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Wait... what did you say before? A TV show character like that?
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' How would you know which character? Did you watch the TV show?
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| Artem coughs lightly and adjusts his suit.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' It's time. Let's go.
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| '''Scene 3: Parking Lot'''
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| As the reception draws near, Artem picks you up and drives over to the reception venue.
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| This is the first time being out in public as Artem's partner. You're understandably nervous.
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| You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. At that moment, you can hear Artem's voice beside you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There's something I need to tell you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Hmm?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There are many unique characters at the reception.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' If someone keeps pushing you to drink, ignore them and come find me.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The guests at the reception are all big shots in their industry. It would be rude of me to directly reject them...
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| You are hesitant. Even though you lack the experience for these types of events, you don't think that's a very good idea.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm not representing just myself at the reception, but also Themis.
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| As his partner, I'm also kind of representing Artem...
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| If someone denounces your behavior, it might have adverse effects on Artem.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Besides, there might be potential new clients here...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I don't need to rely on these social events to get new clients. Same goes for Themis.
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| Sensing your uneasiness, he smiles gently.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Just be yourself.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I chose you as my partner. Your professionalism will be able to persuade anyone.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Trust in yourself. Trust in me.
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| His tone is calm yet cool, gentle yet firm.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... I understand.
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| '''Scene 1: Business Reception'''
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| Although Artem has reassured you, you still feel nervous once you walk into the reception.
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| While looking around at the luxury and elegance, you spot an eye-catching person among the perfumed clothes and gorgeous hair.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Isn't that... Kanon?)
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| You remember Kiki's bidding and take out the photo she gave you of him to confirm.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It really is Kanon!
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| You can't help but exclaim and Artem turns to look at you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Hmm? Someone you know?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Ah... no. I was just surprised because there are movie stars here.
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| Artem follows your line of vision. Seeing Kanon, he frowns slightly.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Looking at him now, he's...
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| Meeting Artem's deep gaze, you bite your tongue.
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| He was staring at you with an expression so odd... that you struggle to find the right words to describe it.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You... follow him?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Not really, but his TV show is popular lately.
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| Artem doesn't say anything, but looks down at the photo in your hands.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Oh crap, will he think that I agreed to come only because of the movie stars?)
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| You panic and stuff Kanon's picture back inside your bag.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Um... I won't let it affect my work!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' This... this photo...um...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| Before you can finish, a Resonantia executive comes over and asks Artem about the aftermath of a prior contract dispute.
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| Artem had handled this case alone before he asked you to be his partner on the case.
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| Thinking your presence could interfere with their conversation, you take this opportunity to slip away.
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| On the other side of the reception, Kanon is exchanging words with a few people.
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| You immediately think back to Kiki's "only wish in her life." But...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' He's talking with big shots...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' As a small-time attorney, what can I even hope to talk about...
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| As you're contemplating how to approach Kanon, he actually walks over to you.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Hello, are you Ms. (Name)?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yes. Hello. Do you... know me?
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Of course, didn't you represent [[Marius von Hagen]] from the Pax group?
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' I saw the news headline. I also saw the courtroom footage. It was exciting!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You flatter me.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I didn't think that you would pay attention to legal issues.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Haha, well... only just recently.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Oh?
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| Smiling, Kanon uses this opportunity to explore the topic with you.
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| His next role is an attorney. To prepare for the role, Kanon has been observing the daily life of an attorney.
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| Though he's seen a lot courtroom footage, he still wants to talk with a real attorney to clarify some things.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' The success of this TV show can be attributed to the director and the character setting. Not me...
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' I didn't receive professional training, so I'm still lacking. I have to prepare harder for my role...
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| As he talks, he exudes the aura of youthful determination and manliness.
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| It is hard for anyone not to like him with the way he pursues his dreams.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (No wonder Kiki is a fan of his...)
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Ms. (Name), can I trouble you to explain debate techniques in the courtroom?
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| You were just about to ask him for a signature. Hearing his request, you agree.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Of course!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' There is a common saying, "facts speak louder than words." In the eyes of the law, "facts benefit from words."
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You will often achieve better results with sound litigation strategy and argumentative skills.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Is that so? What about cases where there is ironclad evidence or absolutely none?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' That's when the cross-examination comes into play!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The relevance, authenticity, legality, and degree of proof for every evidence needs to be debated.
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| '''Flashback - Trial'''
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| Artem had once encountered a case with "ironclad evidence."
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| The defendant was sentenced to twenty years in prison for murder.
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| Ten years ago, he escaped from prison and was captured when he went to visit his sickly mother.
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| '''Prosecutor:''' The prosecutor affirms that there is sufficient evidence to prove that the defendant's action is a crime of escape.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' One cannot deny that the defendant did indeed escape from prison, which constitutes a crime of escape.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' But, I have a question for the prosecutor. What legal interests were violated by the crime of escape?
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| '''Prosecutor:''' The crime of escape infringes on the normal order of justice.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' That is correct.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The defendant's crime of escape did not infringe on that normal order of justice because it was wrong.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The manslaughter conviction from twenty years ago was a wrongful conviction!
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| '''Prosecutor:''' Counsel, I must remind you that the chain of evidence was complete. The witness and testimony...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The problem is the witness!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' At 10PM on Feb. 18th, the witness claimed he saw the defendant push the victim over the bridge.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' He insisted that the moonlight was bright enough for him to witness the murder clearly.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' However, the moonlight couldn't be bright enough on the night of Feb. 18th.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' On that night, the moon was positioned west in the night sky, meaning that it was shining east.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' If the defendant had pushed the victim from the east bridge, it would have been too dark to even see his face.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' So, what source of light was present for the witness to see the defendant's face from twenty meters away?
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| With that as the opening, Artem began a step-by-step cross-examination of each piece of evidence.
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| '''Present'''
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' A-Amazing! He was able to overturn the witness' testimony!
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' But... even though it was a wrongful conviction, reversing it would be difficult, right?
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Even though I don't understand the law, people tend to not admit to their own faults...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Well...
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| Artem's statement of defense was something that you, as an attorney and as his partner, was proud of.
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| '''Flashback - Trial'''
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The evidence chain proposed by the prosecution cannot form a complete proof system.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The defendant's murder of the victim cannot be proved. Therefore, his murder conviction was wrongful.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Because it was a wrongful conviction, how could he commit a crime of escape?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Thus, the defendant's escape from prison does not constitute a crime of escape.
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| Heated discussions broke out from the public gallery.
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| Artem looked to the tribunal. His voice boomed over the discussions in the background.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Criminal law exists not only to punish crimes, but also to protect human rights.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Criminal law must protect the state and criminals from each other. The same goes for prosecutors and citizens.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Without such procedural justice, the resulting justice would be like water without a source.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' In the end, the law would have no dignity left.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The defense requests the court to uphold the spirit of seeking truth from facts and judge based on evidence.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' With facts as evidence and the law as the criterion, the verdict is that he is not guilty.
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| Composed and methodical are two words that you would use to describe Artem's art of debating.
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| '''Present'''
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' So that's how it is! No wonder I felt like your courtroom footage was a little familiar when I watched it...
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' When you were describing Mr. Wing just now, I realized your debating styles are very similar!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Eh?
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| It's true that you secretly copy Artem's debate techniques and styles in the courtroom. But...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I... still have much to learn.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' No. It's similar. Your styles are much more similar than you think.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Especially when you just now mentioned the emotion control and pseudo-implicit language techniques...
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| Kanon, using the courtroom footage, points out the similarities between you and Artem.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Is this what it seems like from a bystander's point of view?)
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| You can't help but search for Artem in the crowd.
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| He's still talking with the Resonantia executive, his face calm and composed the entire time.
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| Suddenly, he appears to have sensed something and looks your way.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' !!!
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| You panic and turn around. Kanon doesn't notice your attention is elsewhere and continues to speak frankly.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Speaking of which, you are Mr. Wing's partner, right? You two are quite the match...
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| Elsewhere at the reception, Artem is still answering the Resonantia executive's questions. However, his gaze constantly wanders behind the executive.
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| Over there, a girl is talking happily with Kanon, as if they were old friends.
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| The girl occasionally turns to look at him, but quickly returns to her conversation.
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| In that instant, a vivid smile appears on her face.
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| Her cheeks are flush and her eyes are glowing, as if she had heard something that made her happy.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| Artem looks away and subconsciously clenches his fist.
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| '''Scene 1: Business Reception'''
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| After explaining the debating techniques to Kanon, he thanks you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Of course, it was my pleasure.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Mr. Kanon, if I could trouble you with a favor? You see, my friend is a fan of yours...
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| You explain the situation to Kanon and he happily agrees.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Thank you very much!
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' I should be the one thanking you. I learned a lot from our conversation just now.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' I didn't think that your colleague would be a fan of mine since my rookie days in this industry.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Right! How about I record a video for her too? Can you help me?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Sure!
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| (Hehe, Kiki will be thrilled!)
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| As you take out your phone, you can imagine Kiki's face as she watches this personalized video.
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| Kanon waves his hand joyfully at the camera and thanks Kiki for her continued support.
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| After recording the video, he seemingly remembers something.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Ms. (Name), I've been thinking of building a personal studio.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' If possible, would you like to be my legal consultant?
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| Great! He might be a possible client!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Thank you for your trust. I will consult with Mr. Wing about this.
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Thank you. Well then, in celebration of our future cooperation, and as thanks for your help earlier, I propose a toast.
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| Kanon waves his hand and a waiter brings over two champagne glasses.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Well...
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| '''Flashback'''
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There's something I need to tell you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There are many unique characters at the reception.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' If someone keeps pushing you to drink, ignore them and come find me.
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| '''Present'''
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| You watch as Kanon hands you the champagne glass. Thinking back to what Artem said, you hesitate.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (I promised Artem... I should reject him...)
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' Ms. (Name)?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Um... Mr. Kanon, l...
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| Before you can finish, a hand comes up from behind you and forcefully grasps your wrist.
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| You look back, only to see Artem.
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| He walks to your side, calmly separating you and Kanon.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Kanon?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem?
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| '''[[Kanon Clark]]:''' So you're Mr. Wing! I've heard so much about you! It's great to finally meet you in person!
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| Kanon reaches out his hand, offering a handshake to Artem.
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| Artem calmly looks at Kanon before accepting his handshake ceremoniously.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' It's very kind of you, Kanon. However, my partner doesn't know how to drink, so I will drink in her place.
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| Startled, you watch as Artem takes the champagne glass from your hand. He toasts Kanon, then drinks it.
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| The conversation with Kanon ends shortly after Artem's arrival.
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| For the remainder of the reception, Artem never leaves your side.
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| Perhaps because of his demeanor, nobody else came over to toast us. It was all polite business conversations.
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| '''Scene 2: Taxi'''
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| Soon, the reception ends. Because Artem drank quite a bit, you call a taxi for him.
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| After getting into the car, Artem mutters something about sending you home first.
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| He leans back against the car seat, his blue eyes reflecting the darkness of the night.
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| The constant neon lights passing by shines on his face, but his expression is cold.
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| Somehow, you feel as though he's in a bad mood.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Maybe he's just tired? Did the executive ask him too many questions?)
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (If I tell him about Kanon, will he be happy?)
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| Of course he will, it is a big client after all!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, l was talking to Kanon earlier, and...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' He's building a personal studio. He wants to hire me as the legal consultant for his studio.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You want to work for him?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yes. Civil and commercial law is my expertise, and...
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| You were about to say that Kiki could come help you, but Artem interrupts you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... Sorry, I need to rest. We can talk about this tomorrow.
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| Artem closes his eyes, resting tiredly against the seat. Seeing him like this, you bite back your words.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Oh, okay.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (He must be really tired...)
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| To avoid disturbing him, you take out your phone to turn it on silent mode.
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| At that moment, you see Kiki's message on your phone. She sent you one of emoticons with wistful eyes.
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| You smile and send her the video Kanon recorded.
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| Kiki becomes thrilled and starts spamming your conversation. Countless Kanon emoticons fill your screen.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Haha, she's so happy. She's definitely not getting any sleep tonight!)
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (But I didn't know that Kanon made so many emoticons.)
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| You scroll through the emoticons on your screen. Infected by Kiki's happiness, you can't help but smile.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Ugh...!
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| Covering your phone with his hand, Artem growls at you with a terrible frown.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem...?
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| Artem tries to say something but collapses onto you. You barely hold him up by the shoulders.
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| Artem passes out on your shoulder. You can smell the alcohol in his rapid breaths.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, are you drunk?
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| You quickly tell the taxi driver to turn around and head straight to Artem's home.
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| {{tab/header|Story 4}}
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| Artem is still passed out when the taxi arrives at his home.
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| Good thing you remember the floor and number of his apartment.
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| '''Scene 1: Artem's Living Room'''
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Whew... Artem, you're home...
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| You lie Artem down on the sofa.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, how are you feeling?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You rest on the sofa for a bit. After you feel better, you can wash up and then go sleep in the bedroom, okay?
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| Although you're worried about Artem, it's getting late and it wouldn't be appropriate for you to stay.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Yea...
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| You had a hard time carrying Artem upstairs. The tight suit on Artem's body became wrinkled in the process.
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| He remains in the same position that you left him in on the sofa. He probably doesn't have energy to move.
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| Still flushed from the alcohol, his hair clings messily to his forehead, covering his handsome eyebrows.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Water...
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| Artem reaches clumsily for something on the table in front of the sofa, knocking over some decorations.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'll get it!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Rest here. I'll make some honey water for you!
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| For now, you temporarily give up on the idea of leaving and make some honey water for Artem.
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| You gently lift Artem's head so he can take sips of the water.
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| The water reflects off his pale lips, making them appear softer.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| As you stare at his lips, your heart skips a beat for some reason, causing you to look away.
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| At that same moment, Artem wakes up. He seems agitated as he tries to remove his tie.
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| But he can't get the tie loose, which makes him even more agitated.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem? Is the tie uncomfortable?
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| He mutters "yeah" under his breath, then begins taking off his jacket.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Off...
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| You help Artem take off the suit jacket, then start removing his tie.
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| After a minute...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (How do I remove this tie...?)
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| You look helplessly at the tie. For fear of hurting Artem, you don't want to exert too much force.
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| Under his tie, you can feel his skin burning up, which upsets you even more.
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| After a few more attempts, the tie loosens a bit. However, Artem's shirt is wrinkled and the buttons are loose...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (What should I do...)
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| Your mind is a complete mess. Your eyes flicker every this way and that as you look at Artem's collarbone and muscles.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' !!!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (I'll go look for a tutorial instead...!)
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| You frantically search your bag for your phone to search for a tutorial.
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| You finally loosen the tie after another attempt.
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| Leaving you with no time to rest, you hear a drunken voice sound beside you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You...
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| You turn right into the gaze of Artem's deep blue eyes.
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| His eyes are misty and dense with water vapor, like the trees in the wilderness after heavy rainfall.
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| Feeling his breath on your face, you only just realize how close you are to Artem.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| You jump up from the sofa, knocking over some stuff on the tea table.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' A-A-Artem!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I-I was... your tie couldn't loosen, you... no, no... you couldn't loosen your tie...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Now that you're awake, I'll...
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| You stutter as you retreat, hoping to escape through the door.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You can't go...
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| [[File:Artem "Atmospherics" CG1.jpg|300px|right]]
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| Artem pins you up against the wall before you can retreat any further.
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| He stares straight into your eyes, breathing hard and fast.
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| The light scent of cedar mixes with the alcohol in his breath, producing a much more aggressive scent.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem...?
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| As Artem's throat moves, his voice comes out deep and coarse.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Why...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I said to come find me if anything happened.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Why did you... With him...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Him?
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| You are confused at Artem's question.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' K... a... non...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Oh, him...
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| Thinking back to what Artem said to you before the reception, you feel guilty.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Sorry, Artem... I would have felt bad if I'd rejected him...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Mr. Kanon was friendly. He helped me and said we could work together...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... Friendly?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yes. I know how to take care of myself. I won't drink alcohol with just anyone.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But Mr. Kanon is a good guy, so...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' How can you say that? It's your first time meeting him!
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| In an instant, Artem becomes as forceful as he is in the courtroom.
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| Normally, you'd be worked up over his passion, but not this time. This time, you're on the receiving end...
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| Standing in front of him, you feel trapped and want to do nothing but escape.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' How can you trust someone so easily!?
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| Artem's question leaves you at a loss for words. You've only just met Kanon today, so you can't say you know him well.
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| But, after seeing Kanon's passion and his recognition of your work and Artem's, you can't help but stand up for him.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Even if it's our first meeting, sometimes you can just tell if the person is good or bad.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Mr. Kanon is humble and hardworking. He's extremely approachable even as a big star.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Approachable? That's not reason enough!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' He's an actor. Aren't you afraid he's lying to you?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You would trust him rather than me...
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| Lying to you...???
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| In a fit of rage, you forcefully push Artem away.
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| You might not be as skilled of an attorney as Artem. But you're not THAT naive!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem! Just who exactly are you criticizing with that condescending attitude!?
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| As soon as you say those words, the room becomes quiet. Awkwardness and silence fills the room.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| Taken back by your reaction, there is only helpless look on Artem's face.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem... you're way too drunk...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' lt's late. I'm going home...
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| {{tab/header|Story 5}}
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| '''Scene 1: Artem's Residence 1F'''
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| After leaving Artem's home, you take a taxi back home.
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|
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| However, you return after thirty minutes.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I accidentally took his keys with me...
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| When Artem was drunk, you had to support him and open the door, so you naturally put his keys in your pocket.
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|
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| In the end, you completely forgot that they were in your pocket after everything that happened.
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| I should go return it before it causes him any trouble...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| "He's lying to you..."
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| Recalling his previous words... a stab of pain pierces your heart...
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|
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| Does he really have something against Kanon? Or does he think you were disrespecting him by trying to get clients?
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|
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| '''Scene 2: Artem's Living Room'''
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| With the key in hand, you slowly open the door. You don't see Artem in the living room.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (He's probably resting...)
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (I'll just put the keys on the table and leave to avoid waking him up...)
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| You quietly walk into the living room, preparing to leave the keys on the table.
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|
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| Suddenly, you discover a body lying on the ground next to the sofa!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem!
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| You quickly help him up off the ground.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem! Are you okay!? What happened?
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| Amidst your shaking, Artem barely opens one of his eyes.
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| His eyes slowly focus on your face. He grabs your wrist the instant he recognizes it's you...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' (Name), you...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' It's you...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Mr. Wing, are you hurt anywhere? Why are you on the floor? Are you feeling unwell?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'll go get a towel for you to wipe your face. You'll feel better.
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| As you stand up, Artem pulls you back abruptly.
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| [[File:Artem "Atmospherics" CG2.jpg|300px|right]]
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| Defenseless, you fall into Artem's arms.
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| The hot and firm touch of his skin under your palm made you withdraw your hand, as if it were burning.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Sorry, Artem! l...
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| His arms wrap around your back, effectively cutting you off.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Stay...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't leave...
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|
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| As Artem's head rests on your shoulders, his hair intertwines with your hair and brushes against your ear.
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|
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| As if not wanting to let you go, his arms are tight around you, but you can escape if you really wanted.
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I am just going to grab a towel...
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|
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| He continues to hold you as if he didn't hear a word you said.
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|
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't leave... okay?
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| His voice floats past your ears, soft yet coarse. It isn't a voice you're used to hearing.
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|
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| The words are like a batch of jumbled silk, entangling your very essence and immobilizing your movements.
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|
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sorry... I must have scared you...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' It's all my fault... Sorry...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't leave...
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I...
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|
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| Is it because you left earlier that...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't go...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Go... where?
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|
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' To him...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' He...?
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Do you mean... me becoming the legal consult for Mr. Kanon's personal studio?
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|
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| The grip on your wrist tightens.
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|
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| Oh, so that's what it was. Artem misunderstood you and thought you wanted to go work for Kanon, which is why he was upset...
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|
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| He wasn't really mad at you...
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|
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| You think it's funny, but you're moved by his words. You gently pat his back.
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' How could I leave Themis because of a movie star...
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|
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'm not the only one who sees how wonderful you are. Anyone can see that.
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|
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I don't have a good temper and I may cause you stress at work, but I...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Can you stay as my partner? Don't leave...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, you're worrying too much. I really won't leave.
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|
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| Artem breathes a sigh of relief. He buries his face into your shoulder and runs his hand through your hair.
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|
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| Even the calm and collected Artem can be gentle and childish at times...
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|
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| Or is he so drunk at this point that he thinks he's dreaming...
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|
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| ''Examination: head''
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|
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| :Artem's hair tickles your ear.
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|
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| :You instinctively reach out to brush it away, but your hand touches the side of his face.
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'm... a boring person...
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Celebrities are more exciting... You'd be happier with him...
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...lsn't that right...?
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' That's not true at all...
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You smiled...
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What?
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You smiled at him... a lot...
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Th—That's because...!
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|
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| :How do you say it to his face that you and Kanon were actually praising him...?
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...You don't have to hide it... Don't have to console me...
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|
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| :His usual cool tone of voice is suffused with lonefiness.
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|
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| :Is that why he thought... You wanted to leave, wanted to work with Kanon...?
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|
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| :You subconciously blurt out your thoughts.
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It's true! ...Because... w—we were talking about you...
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Me...?
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' What... about me?
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|
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| :(It's fine, it's fine... Artem's really drunk. He won't remember any of this tomorrow...)
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I told him that... you're incredible... That I admire you so much...
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' And he said... No wonder I'm your partner... We're so similar... That's why...
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|
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| :You stammer out your words while furiously blushing. It feels like your entire body is on fire.
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|
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| ''Examination: head (second time)''
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't go...
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I said I wouldn't leave you...
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You kept looking at him...
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You searched for him as soon as we arrived...
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' And you have... his picture...
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I—I was doing a favor for Kiki! She wanted his autograph.
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Stay with me...
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I will. I'll stay at Themis, forever and always.
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|
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| ''Examination: chest''
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|
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| :The heat of his chest permeates through your thin blouse.
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem... You must be cold like this...
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Cold...? You're cold?
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|
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| :He pushes you against his chest and tightens his embrace.
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Better now?
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...!
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|
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| ''Examination: arm''
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|
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| :You hold onto Artem's arm, steadying him.
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, let's sit on the couch for a bit, okay?
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Not okay...
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You'll be gone...
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|
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| :'''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I told you that I won't leave...
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You'll be gone...
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|
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| :Artem doesn't hear what you say. He mumbles the same words over and over again, as if you'll vanish at any second.
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|
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| :His heated breath blows onto your neck. You try to draw back in a fluster, but his arms immediately tighten around you.
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|
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| :'''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You said you wouldn't go...
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|
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| :His voice carries a trace of hurt, which makes you feel extremely guilty.
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|
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| ''Finish examination''
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|
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| Artem rests his head on your shoulder, and his breathing gradually calms.
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem...?
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|
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You are my chance...
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Huh?
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|
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| Artem's voice fades into a bare whisper that you can barely hear...
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|
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Encounter...
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem?
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|
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| You call out to him lightly, but he doesn't reply because he's sound asleep.
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|
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| You carry Artem over to the sofa and grab a nearby blanket to tuck him in.
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|
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| He's sound asleep, as if everything that happened just now was just your imagination.
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|
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| Your pounding heartbeat says otherwise.
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|
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| You leave Artem's home in a hurry.
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|
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| {{tab/header|Story 6}}
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| '''Scene 1: Law Firm'''
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|
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| The next day, you give Kanon's autograph to Kiki, who rejoices at the sight of the autographed picture.
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|
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' (Name), you're the best! I love you!
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Save that for your idol.
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|
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' Of course, I'll say it to him! But, I'll say it to you too!
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|
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| Kiki happily teases you, but she suddenly pushes her glasses up, inching closer to your face.
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|
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' Hey wait, why are there such dark circles under your eyes!
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|
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' Didn't the reception end really early yesterday? I remember you sent me the video around 9PM?
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|
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' What happened afterwards? You couldn't fall asleep because you drank too much?
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' N-No! I just couldn't sleep, that's all!
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|
| |
| Thinking about what happened last night, your heart begins pounding again.
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|
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| You sneak a peek at Artem's empty office. You breathe a sigh of relief.
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (With how drunk Artem was yesterday, he probably won't be coming in today, right...?)
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|
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Thankfully so... otherwise l wouldn't know what to say to him...)
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|
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| You are lost in your thoughts when Kiki suddenly elbows you hard.
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' Good morning, Mr. Wing!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Morning.
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| After seeing the autographed picture of Kanon in Kiki's hand, Artem clears his throat and looks over to you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Ahem. Come to my office later.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' O-Okay.
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| Your gaze follows Artem's back and your heart pounds like crazy.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (What does he want with me?)
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Could it be that he remembers what happened last night!?)
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| '''Flashback'''
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You smiled at him... on quite a few occasions.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' T-That's because... we were talking about you...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Me...?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' What... about me?
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| (It's okay, it's okay... He's so drunk now... he definitely won't remember a thing tomorrow...)
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I said... that you're amazing... and that I admired you...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' And he said... we're alike... and that it's no wonder that I'm your partner...
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| '''Scene 2: Artem's Office'''
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (How embarrassing...)
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| You nervously enter Artem's office, not daring to look up at him. You end up staring at his desk.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Yesterday, you said Kanon wants to hire us as their legal counsel for his personal studio.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Once the details of the consulting agreement are confirmed, we can begin drafting the contract.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Everything in a startup company starts from zero.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The legal services for labor will be very systematic.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You must pay close attention to legal risks, business contract templates, labor structures, and much more.
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| Back to his usual cold demeanor, Artem's voice is smooth and cool.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Is something the matter?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' No.
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| Your mind keeps going back to yesterday, but you're too scared to ask.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Providing legal counsel for a startup company will be a good challenge for you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' If you have any questions, please come find me.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Also...
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| He pauses.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The entertainment circle... is full of gossip.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' If you meet with the client alone, it might result in scandalous headlines.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' If you're going to meet with the client... I will go along with you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yes. I understand.
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| You breathe a sigh of relief. Artem really doesn't remember what happened. The uneasiness in your heart fades.
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| With it gone, you suddenly realize that in the bottom of your heart... there's a hint of... regret?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, if there isn't anything else, I'll go back to work now!
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| You leave Artem's office in a hurry.
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| Artem looks slightly relieved to see you leave the room.
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| His ears turn bright red, probably the result of him suppressing his emotions.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sorry...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I...
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| Artem blushes and remains silent for a while before taking out a hair band from the inner pocket of his suit.
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| The hair band is evidence that what happened last night with that girl was not just a dream.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' For now... I don't know how I should return this to you...
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| The silk hair band is soft and smooth, twining around his fingertips like hair.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' In the future...
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| Artem clears his throat. His eyes were soft and calm as he looks at the hair band.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'll definitely return this to you in the future...
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| With its growing wings, the beautiful eagle fledgling wants to fight for the sky she yearns for...
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| If it wishes to fly to somewhere further, then let the sky be its limit.
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| It's me. Did you see my e-mail? | | It's me. Did you see my e-mail? |