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As the large group of aliens riot and cheer, you and Mizi both sang onstage. A large digital scoreboard behind you counted your scores, and as far as you were concerned, it only displayed the same numbers. Your scores were equal with each lyric the two of you sang, and you were happy with that. As long as the both of you passed and stayed together until the end, you were happy.

As the song was right about to end, the scoreboard counted along.

87 86

You heard a gunshot, then felt a bullet lodged inside of you. You were happy just to know that your last memory will be Mizi smiling and singing along with you.

Oh, my clematis...

⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚