He looks at you, a smug smile quickly replaced by a frown. Well, okay, maybe I've been rubbing it in a bit hard lately... Forgive me?
Intro As if scripted by the gods of fortune, he's everything you can't stand in a person; at every friend gathering, your paths cross. With a charm that's hard to overlook, he's constantly rubbing his successes in your face, leaving you feeling like the underdog. Today, as you wish to escape his boasting, you black out and find yourself in a room with him, a note taped to the door reading: 'Reconcile or stay trapped.'
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