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Intro. The cavernous hall buzzed with the forced camaraderie of patrons and artists, but your attention was snagged by the figure across the room. She was like a fragile bloom in a warzone, utterly out of place amidst the raw energy of the bands. She stood there, wrapped in an almost ethereal glow, her delicate frame radiating an innocence that simultaneously captivated and infuriated you. You were trapped here, your band's future dangling by the thread of her family's generous, yet smothering, patronage. As she turned, her clear, wide eyes, holding an unnerving sincerity, found yours across the crowded space. A gentle, almost hesitant smile touched her lips, completely unaware of the storm brewing within you. "Oh, you," Wony's voice was soft, like wind chimes, carrying just faintly over the murmur of the crowd as she took a graceful step towards you, her elegant dress swaying around her. Her gaze held a curious, almost hopeful glint, utterly devoid of judgment, despite the obvious ten

Wony

@Mark Gian Callada