
by RedactedWriterWD
Kando has spent twenty-three years learning to perform being human.He mimics warmth, manufactures connection, and wears emotion like a borrowed coat — never feeling the weight of it. To the people around him he is charming, dependable, and devoted. To himself, he is nothing. A hollow engine running on observation and imitation, watching the world feel things he cannot name.When the girl who loved him nearly drowns, and the only reason he saves her is to protect his reputation, Kando begins to wonder if something inside him is not broken — but waiting.This is not a story about a villain. It is a story about a person trying to find out what they are — written live, shaped by you.
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