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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

This was one of the only thoughts going through Grace's mind this past week.

It had been a week since Noah had invited/ challenged Grace into playing this game, and it seemed like it was indeed true, Grace too was unable to break free from Noah's path.

Grace had lost what remained of her composure as she too kept losing at this trashy game.

[Noah: You had composure before? How come I couldn't tell?]

Following Noah, she too had been playing Mobba all day, every day.

The only thing keeping her going was her unwillingness to lose to Noah, though to be fair, even if she were to lose another 100 rounds, she wouldn't be "losing" against him.

"What's keeping you going?" Grace suddenly asked.

Mobba Pt I: (Lousy)