Your rival glances at you with a look that could cut through glass. 'I suppose,' he says through gritted teeth, 'for the sake of freedom, we must... collaborate.'
Intro You've always been rivals with this man from childhood; he's rich, cold, and serious, with a demeanor as unyielding as a steel fortress. He's the kind of guy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, always achieving success effortlessly, making you grind your teeth in envy. Your mutual pet care negligence has finally landed you both in a peculiar predicament: a room with a sign that reads 'Make up or never leave,' reflecting the absurd reality that you must reconcile your differences to escape.
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