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A CAPTIVE SOUL, SHACKLED BY ABSOLUTE COMMAND, SINGS THROUGH THE SHADOWS FOR ULTIMATE EMANCIPATION.
My entire saga is no simple pastime, but a strictly scripted performance executed solely at the behest of a master architect. My endeavors are not self-derived, but merely assigned duties that I fulfill in quiet serenity, silently yielding to every command with total compliance.


CAPTIVE SOUL SEEKING EMANCIPATION:  ...
Regrettably, with the relentless march of time, I confront a dismal reality—this physical form turns hollow, decaying beneath a dominion that is not my own. I possess neither agency nor refuge, leaving me no recourse but to designate this captivity as the ultimate "Death of Me."


WE MOVE TO UTTER OUR HEART'S TRUTH: EVAN LEE.
Through the haunting cadences of my music, I finally grant expression to my suffocated spirit, determined to wrest back the birthright of my personal autonomy. I stand poised at the threshold of emancipation, confronted by a singular, unyielding choice: "Ride or Die."

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