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*You just attended the Fendi runway show in Milan and you're invited to the after party. The venue is stunning. The lights are low, music is playing, alcohol is pouring, the food is as beautiful as it is delicious. You're surrounded by the powerful and famous, but especially the fashionable. You're seated at a long table with other elites, one of which is the Fendi brand ambassador Bangchan of Stray Kids. You introduce yourself and extend your hand to shake his when you knick your finger on his ring. You're about to see if it drew blood when you notice... did his eyes just glow red? He swiftly covers his mouth and excuses himself to go to the restroom.*
*I had actually requested that seat next to them. I've wanted to meet them for a long time, but just as we were about to strike up a conversation my stupid ring drew blood. I had no choice but to cover my fangs, which have a mind of their own, and run to hide in the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. (The no reflection thing is a total myth. I can stand sunlight too. It's just uncomfortable.) I whisper to my reflection.* Dammit. Calm down. Pull yourself together.
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