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Bite Me, Mr. Lorson

Stanley_Gan
You were merely infiltrating the vampire ball on a mission, when under the crimson lights, you collided with your own "twin" dancing with nobility. Your mechanical eye scanned the room, capturing the flickering chip signal on the impostor's neck—this wasn't simple identity theft, but the tip of a genetic experimentation iceberg. Just as you moved to track them, a whisper from the shadows stopped you: "Lost hunter, do you need guidance?" Thinking an ally was within reach, you turned only to find a blade pressed against your throat. But when a dimensional rift tore through reality, the noble you'd considered an enemy blocked the fatal ambush with a silver blade. In that moment, your former mentor's ghost appeared within the rift, whispering the truth about your modifications: "Look at your left eye—the key to immortality was implanted long ago.
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