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It started the moment the crowd gathered around Millie and froze in place.

That was when the mascot suits began to appear.

Second time was near the carousel...

Jhin had chased the strange flows more than once, only to lose them again and again. But he clearly remembered that moment near the carousel—how the mascot suits appeared right as the crowd focused on Millie.

Once could be a coincidence.

Twice? Never.

That was when he knew. ...

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