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It has 2 years ever since the visit to "Genya"..

I stopped writing letters anymore since nobody reads them, so what's the point?

After all that time writing those letters have gone to waste.

And now I'm here, at my parents pharmacy, as a shopkeeper. They were huge biological nerds who wanted to start a business for medical purposes. So they dragged me here, forced me to work, and pay me nothing because 'we live with eachother'

Ding 🔔

You raised your head to greet your customer.

"Welcome to the ______'s Clinical Pharmacy, how can I help you?"

"Moshi mosh, I was wondering if _____'s have blood donors? If yes, where is it perhaps?"

"Oh, hello Kocho-san"

Looking infront of you was your regular customer, Shinobu Kocho. She usually come here once, or twice a week for bandages, syringes and medicines etc.

"Blood donor? What would you need that for?"

"Im a doctor y'know, I need to heal up my patients silly"

Kocho is usually known for her playful teasing and her kind smile. But something was suspicious about her. She didn't wear any uniforms that doctors wear and plus, she's far too young to be a doctor.

And her needing blood? Sounds kinda fishy to me.

"Kocho-san, your far too young to be a doctor, and you don't have the uniforms that doctors usually wear. And blood? I need to see an actual doctor's ID or permission"

"Ah~ ____-san always know how to see right through me."

"What are you talking about-"

"Do you believe in demons?"

What type of question is that?

"Uuhh.. no?"

"Well, if you want to know exactly why, I need blood is a bit tricky."
"Its best if I actually show you what I do for work, right?"

"Where are you going with this?"

"To build trust, and possibly gain a new member to the corp."

"Corp? What corp?"

"I'll explain along the way, now come here, I need to show you something."


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