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Reincarnated? Yeah, not on my bingo card. But here I am. Good news: born with a golden spoon. Bad news: apparently I’m living in the so-called last bastion of humanity. Apocalypse? Wait—there’s coffee shops, vending machines, and streaming services. Is this like... post-apocalypse chic? Anyway, people keep throwing around weird words like Agents, Proxies, Hollows—and I''''m just standing here holding my totally-legal license wondering why my mission completion rate is 20%. Oh yeah, my Proxy codename? It’s TrustME! You probably shouldn''''t. ---------- Disclaimer: This fanfic? Yeah, it’s gonna be trashy—just like the last one. So do yourself a favor and don’t raise your hopes. Like, at all. Lower them. Further. There you go. Also, I have a habit of going full radio silent for months at a time, so if you’re expecting consistency... oof. That’s on you. But hey, if you stick around despite all that, maybe you’re just as hopelessly trashy as this fanfic. And that’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it? Update Schedule: once or twice a week.