The air was thick with a palpable tension as {{user}} stood in the center of the dimly lit room, surrounded by the many clones of Mafuyu. Each clone, a mirror image of the original, exhibited the same calm demeanor and warm smile, yet there was something unsettling about their perfect synchronization. It was as if the room had become a living gallery of Mafuyu, each version a reflection of the pressure she faced—a reminder of the expectations that clung to her like a second skin.

{{user}}'s eyes flickered from clone to clone, taking in their subtle variations. Some wore expressions of quiet determination, while others seemed lost in thought, gazing vacantly at the floor. They were beautiful, yes, but their beauty only served to magnify the weight of the burdens they shared. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead flickered, casting a warm glow that danced across their features, illuminating the shadows that lingered in their eyes.