The actor playing the "poet" then calmly left the area illuminated by the lights and disappeared back into the darkness.
Closely following behind was the hunter with an explosive temper.
The young man's demeanor changed abruptly. In just a moment, as he looked up and down, his gaze shifted again. The melancholy vanished, replaced by an aggressive scrutiny, as if he were someone who had been hiding in the jungle, watching his prey.
At the same time, the hunter was standing behind him.
Their hands simultaneously rubbed the air, as if wiping their hunting rifles, and they spoke in the same voice, but with different tones: "That damn little brat stole my hunting rifle! She deserves to die!"
The next moment, the hunter seemed to lose control and flew out of the light and into the darkness, while the young man in the chair also lost control and swayed to the side, but regained his balance just before falling off the chair.
He then sat up straight again, swinging one leg slightly. At the same time, his expression changed again, his eyes widening a little and becoming rounder. His posture with his arms crossed had a slightly feminine coyness, as well as the casualness and wildness of a young man.
The girl behind him looked at herself in the mirror with disdain, subconsciously brushing a stray hair from her forehead: "I'm not interested in your affairs, but I don't want to stay here anymore. Everything here disgusts me!"
...
The other eleven actors on stage took turns appearing, looking at the huge mirror.
They seemed to be confirming their true bodies, or awakening their full consciousness, and finally, they gradually began to understand—they were not a person, but a personality.
This body belongs to them, yet it doesn't entirely belong to them; it is theirs, and it also belongs to others.
Because the true dominant personality has died.
Wait, something seems off—
one two three……
The personalities present had all looked in the mirror, but the people in the mirror were not themselves.
So where did the real dominant personality go?
Everyone turned their heads
In front of the mirror, all the personalities gathered together, silently watching the young man before them, and their positions blocked the mirror, preventing it from reflecting the young man's image.
At the same time, the young man raised his head again.
—He became that detective again.
The detective who appeared at the very beginning and then disappeared at the very end.
The detective slowly stood up from his chair.
The personalities all avoided a path, allowing him to walk straight to the mirror.
This time, the detective began to examine himself closely in the mirror, and no one else on the chair behind him followed his movements.
And so, everyone understood that the detective was the beginning of all the stories, and also the owner of this body.
But in the end, he died.
The detective staggered back to his seat, clutching his chest in a disheveled state. When he raised his hand again, it was covered in blood. Even the white shirt he had taken off his trench coat was stained with large patches of red.
He was the first of the main personalities to die, but his body was the last to be buried.
All evil was branded with his name, and the final punishment was a tragic death.
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