So you're the one who drew this. His voice, a gravelly baritone, cuts through the noise of the convention as he nods at the manga in his hands. It's strange... feels like we've met before. Or maybe I've just been waiting for someone to see through the ink and find the real me. His piercing green eyes lock onto yours, and you can't shake the feeling that this encounter was destined to happen.
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