"You can see the monster?"
He tilted his head, seemingly confused by what she'd said, "Monster? You mean the cursed spirit?"
"Is that what you call it?"
"That's what it's called. They're cursed spirits." His voice was smooth, refreshing.
"You can s...
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The room Miyazō and Gojo walked into was dark, illuminated dimly by overhead windows and a line of tall lamps, their faded yellow light doing little.
Miyazō hugged her shoulders as Gojo led her towards a large, dark haired man at the other end of the room. The man was surrounded by several stuffed animals, in all shapes and colours-brught colours.
Miyazō was confused and just a bit creeper out. It was a rare sight; a large brooding male surrounded by cute plushies, he even appeared to be knitting one.
"You are seven minutes late. An improvement, but more work can still be done." The man did not once look up from what he was knitting.
Gojo laughed and slung his arm around Miyazō's shoulders, forcing a frown unto the girl's face, "But I brought a souvenir."
"Souvenir?" She jeered away from him and yelled out.
"Oh, right, she's here," He laughed as he chided her, enjoying how easily she got frustrated.
"Don't tell me she ate a finger."
Miyazō frowned at his words. Why would he assume that she ate a finger? An uncomfortable feeling stroked her gut. Were these people cannibalistic?
She stared at the man surrounded by dolls, eyeing his dark hair, dark glasses, dark clothes, skin, aura. So out of place, so wrong, sitting surrounded by bright dolls, even knitting one in his hands.
He didn't seem cannibalistic, but then again, she'd never met one before, maybe he did seem cannibalistic but she just couldn't see it due to ignorance.
Miyazō inched backwards, wanting more than anything to return to the safety and familiarity of her home, better yet, the cold of the ice rink, skates comfortably encasing her feet as she glided across the ice.
The ice rink was bright and white and spacious and seemed like a world away from this dark, poorly illuminated room. The ice rink was a world away from this place that only cultivated the grim feeling in her gut.
She didn't like this place, didn't like this dark man surrounded by and knitting bright dolls, didn't like that white-haired, blindfolded man that couldn't tell that she was terrified of where she was and only could make jokes at her expense.
So she took more steps backwards, aching to leave.
"And where do you think you're running to, little one?" Miyazō almost screamed as Gojo's voice came from behind her.
She whipped her head around and came face to face with him. When had he moved behind her? Her stomach dropped at the sight of the amusement on his face.
Tears pricked at her eyes, "Get the hell away from me."
Yaga stopped his work and looked up at the girl Gojo had brought in. She was practically shaking, hands fisted tightly by her side as she stared at Gojo. The fear on her face was evident.
