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Proud of himself, Tankhun admired his work. The red stood out less on Porsche’s hair than on his own—no doubt due to the fact that Porsche’s hair was naturally darker—but the result was still satisfying when viewed in the sunlight. It was even perfect, upon reflection, since it wouldn’t do for a mere bodyguard to be more radiant than he was. He was the star here, the one and only. Porsche was at best someone who served as a foil to him. A high-quality foil, it went without saying. Tankhun wasn’t one to settle for mediocrity, after all.