Hirvan stood in front of the mirror, feeling a wave of despair wash over him. The costume he had in his hands was utterly perplexing. 'where is the top and where is the bottom?'
He thought, distressed.
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to wear the fabric that clung to him in all the wrong places. The stockings, oh those ridiculous stockings! They felt like a cruel joke played on him by fate.
"Why did I have to end up in a world like this?" he lamented silently, wishing fervently that he could be anywhere but here, preferably in a fantasy realm where such absurdities didn't exist.
"Ah... this is so humiliating!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"Even Lu Hanbing never made me cosplay for him!"
As he finally managed to slip into the costume, it felt as though an entity had passed through him, leaving behind a sense of dread. He stared at his reflection and all the resolve he had mustered crumbled to dust.
