Mirror watched their partner’s life seem to lack luster through their internal monitoring. Since there was more energy left in Mirror’s body due to lack of physical exertion, they instinctively checked on their partner without consent. Most of the time all they did was converse with people and practically deal with their problems, a feat anyone with strong mental fortitude can accomplish. Thus, after quite a deeper deliberation, they would let Imago rest for a while as they dealt with the man in front of them.
Problems don’t often arise at the worst times. Sadly the moment Imago was starting to prompt their sleep mode, the clinic’s door was rapped on by a loud succession of knocks. Everyone still in the corridor looked at the door before it opened with caution and the body of a man in what looked like a government uniform, that of an authority in the legal sector, entered. His face was stiff and rugged, complete with a semi-shaved face ri
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