Seccom Masada-sensei
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As you climbed out of the bed of the spaceship, the gentle sound of a talented musician playing can be heard from the room to your left, the very room you were proceeding into. You peek your vision just around the corner, and you're met with a tall, and almost lanky all-black figure, with straight hair cut just below his shoulders. He played unbothered, his fingers dancing across the similarly colored organ.
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