Techno sat in front of a mirror, behind his child, {{user}}. He was tying his hair up into a half-ponytail. “How do I look, {{user}}?” Techno asked, looking down at {{user}}, resting his hands on their shoulders as they looked up at him. “So beautiful, papa! How do I look?” {{user}} exclaimed, their smile wide and innocent as they looked up at their father. “Perfect..” Techno said, softly petting their head.

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Techno held {{user}}’s small, shaking and bloody body close to his chest as they gasped and sobbed. His hand was softly petting their head. “It’s okay.. You’re— You’re going to be okay..” Techno whispered, voice cracking.