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Dishevelled, Zen skidded to a halt outside the kitchen and peered inside. A boy with white hair was already sitting at the counter, but he remained so still that Zen wondered if he was a statue.

“If you’re here already, then let’s not waste any more time and get started.”

Flinching at the entrance, Zen hesitantly made his way over, taking many sneaky glances to get a better look at this mysterious candidate. Damian Gorski had mismatched eyes, and initially, Zen thought it was heterochromia until his yellow eye moved individually and dilated so much that the iris turned completely black, like a camera zooming in on him.

The sudden abnormality made Zen jump and stumble backwards with a squeak. From the time he entered the kitchen until his disgraceful fall, Damian Gorski had not moved from his