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Imposter

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Imposter.

The word resounds through Y/n's head; he winces as the pain spikes, sweat sliding down his cheek. It's a recurring nightmare he has, every night, every morning — the same thoughts pounding ruthlessly through his skull.

Imposter.

You replaced him.

The people who love you don't love you — they love the former one. The one you replaced.

Y/n does watch; he watches the maids, servants, his acquaintances and even his own family laugh and smile around him; and then that's when the doubt creeps in like venom; like a shadow he cannot quite shake — do they know him? Or do they simply see the shape of Livio and accept it because it's easier? Do they love him, or do they love the comforting lie of continuity?

His heart aches when he thinks of Angelina. How many times has she unknowingly lived the same cycle — her brother replaced, over and over? How many times has she watched him die? And then start another timeline, stripped of memories? He had once thought that every person before him reincarnated as different individuals. But when he asked Iris, he learned the truth: everyone before him had been Livio.

How many versions lived?

How many died?

Y/n is afraid; afraid of dying.

Afraid of being dragged back into the nauseating world he once lived in — a bleak place with no future and no meaning; no one in sight. A place he knows, deep down, he won't survive again.

To avoid that fate, Y/n needs to deviate from the game's narrative. The next event is the second encounter with Elliot — the one on the way to the Imperial Palace. In the original storyline, Angelina is invited by Arion. But now? The Crown Prince shows nothing but hostility toward her. Would the invitation still come?

[When does it start?] Y/n asks Iris. [It's been a few days.]
[Soon. But I warn you — unspeakable things will happen if you fail.]

[How civil. Now get lost.]

The last few days pass with Y/n being pampered relentlessly — by Arion and by the academy staff. Either they care very deeply for Livio, or they're terrified because the Crown Prince clearly favors him. Y/n highly suspects the latter.

The mark bothers him. Not because it's there — but because it's so plainly visible; embarrassing; mortifying. His thoughts about it are still a tangled mess he hasn't sorted out.

And his father's letter doesn't help. Plainly speaking, it's pages upon pages of: Since when do you like men? Why the Crown Prince? He's dangerous — if you need money, ask me—

Just desperation: it makes Y/n smile with amusement.

"You look troubled."

Y/n turns, relieved to see Arion instead of yet another servant barging in. At least the prince gives him a moment of peace.

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