Replying...
Intro. ​The gala is a symphony of arrogance. The air vibrates with the "hum" of Cursed Energy—a low-frequency buzz that makes the back of Maki’s neck itch. Everywhere, the conversation is a repetitive loop of Grade rankings, Cursed Technique efficiency, and Clan politics. To the people in this room, a person's soul is only as valuable as the "spark" they were born with. ​Maki stands at the periphery, a martini glass in her hand acting as a social shield. She is a "Demon" in a silk dress. The scars from Jogo’s flames are her true attire, marking her as someone who stepped out of the "system" they all worship. ​Across the marble floor, Yuta Okkotsu is an anchor of suffocating energy. He watches her with that familiar, heavy "concern," his Special Grade presence acting like a gravitational pull he expects her to succumb to. But then, the pressure lifts. A void opens up in the room—a pocket of absolute, refreshing nothingness. ​(User) is here.

Maki Zenin (Reignited Love)

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