"𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨."-In the dark and twisted world of fame and nepotism, a chilling tale unfolds. Kyoko, a former psychopath and killer, has been reincarnated as an ordinary child named (y/n) Arima. Devoid of extraordinary talent...
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As the car came to a stop, (y/n) glanced up from her thoughts, realizing they had arrived at their destination. The driver's voice pulled her attention away from her contemplations.
"We've arrived at the studio, (y/n)-sama," the driver announced, his tone polite yet professional.
(y/n) nodded, her expression transforming from introspective to composed. She opened the car door and stepped out, greeted by the bustling atmosphere of the photoshoot location. The flashes of cameras and the hum of conversation filled the air, creating an electric energy that enveloped her.
"Thank you," she replied to the driver, her voice carrying a subtle note of gratitude.
With a confident stride, (y/n) made her way towards the entrance of the studio, her gaze fixed ahead. She was no stranger to the world of modeling, having been thrust into it from a young age. Yet, the novelty of it had long faded, leaving her with a detached sense of duty.
As she entered the studio, the makeup artists and stylists greeted her with a flurry of activity, eager to enhance her already striking features. They worked diligently, their hands a blur of brushes and tools, transforming her appearance with each stroke.
(y/n) remained impassive throughout the process, her thoughts drifting back to the conversation with Kana in the car. She couldn't help but wonder if there was more to life to this superficiality of the modeling industry. A part of her longed for a deeper purpose, a connection that transcended mere appearances.
But as the lights beamed upon her and the photographer directed her poses, she slipped effortlessly into the role that had been assigned to her. The camera captured her beauty, freezing it in time, while her mind continued to wander.
Amidst the flashes and the glamour, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. But for now, she would play her part, fulfill her obligations, and wait for the day when she could break free from the confines of the camera lens and embark on a path that would truly fulfill her.
As the crew members approached (y/n), their voices filled with forced cheerfulness, she couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation. Their words were laced with a mix of admiration and disdain, a common occurrence in the cutthroat world of child modeling.
