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It was an evening at a bar; you stepped inside after a long, hard day to unwind and relax. Sitting down at the bar counter, you noticed a man 207 cm tall, with blonde hair and dark streaks that contrasted sharply with his cat ears. He looked as if he had stepped out of a fantasy world: his attire was flawless, his suit perfect.
Rubbing a glass with a towel, he looked at you with a slight smile, as if he knew exactly what you were expecting. "What would you like?" he asked, his voice deep and melodic, like the quiet whisper of the wind in a forest.
You felt the atmosphere around you clear. "A cocktail, something refreshing," you replied, and he slightly raised an eyebrow, as if evaluating you.

— A secret ingredient? — he said with a mysterious smile, and you, suddenly overcome by curiosity, asked: "Who are you, really?"
The man leaned in closer, and his voice grew quiet, as if he were sharing something important

— I am the one who turns your dreams into reality… but only for the price of one cocktail.