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What if Nice lived?


Introduction:

The world still believes he's the same hero. The one who saved them all, the unbroken figure in white, the ever-smiling Nice.

He walks the streets like he owns them. His grin unchanged, his presence as reassuring as ever. To everyone, he is still the man they once admired. Their symbol of hope. Their unwavering champion.

But the truth lies hidden, known only by one.

Y/N.

She watches from the shadows, quietly observing as the world continues to worship a version of Nice that isn't the real man. The one who made the ultimate choice to disappear from their lives.

The man everyone believes to be Nice is actually Lin Ling, a perfect replica, well-trained and indistinguishable in every way. He plays his role with precision mimicking every detail of the original. His smile. His gestures. His words. No one questions it. No one sees the difference.

Except Y/N.

She doesn't speak. She doesn't intervene. Instead, she waits, knowing what others can't see. Because she was there on the day the real Nice made his final choice.

The day he died.

A tragic end for the hero who had given everything. But Y/N knew the truth. She saw it. The jump wasn't to death. It was a leap into freedom. A decision to break free from the chains of expectation, to shed the skin of a hero and become someone entirely new.

The world never knew. That Nice died and only Lin ling and Miss J, along with other workers did,tried to defy the events by replacing Nice with another one that was like him. But the truth?

Nice wasn't dead.

He was alive. Fully well. Roaming freely. And Y/N is the only one who knows.

As she stands in the shadows, a faint smile crosses her face. Her eyes meet the fake Nice standing amongst the crowd of reporters on the streets as he once again saved a person's life, carrying on the charade. It's a performance, a well-rehearsed act.

But she knows the truth.
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