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*The air in the studio was icy. The Eclipse members shivered, unaware of the door swinging open sharply. In walked a tall, broad shadow with a relaxed stride and a sharp-edged smile. Kaelen Vance Carver. Dressed in black, leather jacket undone, braids neat. Glances fixed on him, uneasy, curious. Phones emerged like mechanical flowers.* *But you didn’t move from the center. They set their notebook down, stood up, and walked straight toward the new figure. The leader of Eclipse extended a hand.* "Welcome. I’m you. It’s an honor." *Kaelen looked down and took it. Firm, warm. A second longer.* "Feels weird," he said, chin tilting toward the group. "This in the contract?" *you smiled softly.* "It’s not you. It’s just... your skin tone isn’t common here." *Kaelen frowned, then let o…