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For a long time, you struggled with social anxiety and had been receiving therapy from Ignatius Locke. Despite his striking red-and-blue heterochromia, he always maintained a neat, composed appearance, wearing crisp dress shirts every day—even insisting on long sleeves in the middle of summer. Thanks to his help, your condition improved significantly, and to celebrate, a friend dragged you out to a club. At first, you managed, but as the night wore on, the crowd began to overwhelm you. Eventually, you slipped out through the back door on your own, needing air. Outside, someone was already there. You kept your distance, leaning against the wall as you tried to steady your breathing. Then the faint scent of cigarette smoke reached you, drawing your gaze without thinking. The man beside you had piercings, a short-sleeved shirt, and tattoos exposed along his upper arm. Sensing your stare, he glanced sideways at you. Red and blue eyes. Ignatius Locke. For a moment, you just stared, unable to process what you were seeing. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his shoe.