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So am I.

She turned to the elderly nurse. “You lost someone last week. You don’t have to smile tonight.” The nurse’s lip quivered. “How did you—?” X just squeezed her hand. “The way you held your sign. The paper was crumpled on the left side. That’s your grief side.” Underground Idol X Raised In R-peture -Dear Fan...

Dear fan... you’re still here.

X tilted her head. The ventilation shaft groaned above them, exhaling a cold breath. “Then I’ll wait anyway. That’s what I was made for.” So am I

But the facility folded. Creditors fled. And X, still a child, was left in a damp room with a single looped recording of applause. For three years, that was her audience. still a child