𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸: 𝘮𝘱100.

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓊𝓈

(H/L = Hair Length)

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"Multiple resources claim that the field ghost and well-known urban legend, dubbed the 'Kune-Kune', has been defeated two days prior on a patch of failing farmland!"

Y/n stared soullessly into the incredibly addictive void that people enjoyed referring to as screens, picking at the rheum lodged into the corner of her eye using her pinky finger.

"The so-called 'Greatest Psychic Of The Twenty-First Century, Reigen Arataka', has taken a meteoric rise into the psychic world because of this!"

That name rung a bell in Y/n's distant mind.

"Hey, isn't that the guy who posed as Claw's boss for escaping purposes?" Y/n pondered, sitting up cross-legged on her soft couch in addition to her precious pose in which she lay down restlessly. She narrowed her sharp E/c eyes at her vivid television screen, fiddling with her warm blanket that rested on her crossed legs.

Easily, she could've spared some power to save energy by flipping a light switch telepathically, but living a normal life meant that she wasn't going to meet those heights and standards. She would use them only when absolutely necessary, but she was always cautious nonetheless.

"So that Reigen guy is a mildly well-known psychic according to the media with a business of his own, and judging by how Shigeo addressed him as 'Master' on multiple occasions, he must be Shigeo's boss or teacher," Y/n concluded in her mind, and boy did her bright mind get her places; nobody likes a smart aleck of course, but nobody likes dense people either.

"Now that's sure something worth looking further into."

Y/n shut off her television with the clack of her remote control, watching as the screen that had once emitted an entire spectrum of color was wiped away into a deep, pitch black nothingness.

She walked over to her living room's side wall, moving her sleepy hand along the rough surface until she felt the old light switch panel with her soft fingers in the unlit and eerie room.

Feeling a small, cold, plastic-like solid beneath her gentle fingertips, she attempted to push her remaining energy into her arm, allowing her to flip the switch properly, but she then instead accidentally peeled at the colorless and broken wallpaper beneath the light switch panel.

Y/n internally facepalmed, she had no idea as to why her willpower and energy felt so suddenly drained. She had a sneaking suspicion that it could've still been her crazed little rampage with Ishiguro's psychic power that had drained her of her physical strength, and her lack of exercise or duties that was tampering with her willpower.

In another room, the faint sound of a buzzing phone could be heard, vibrating continuously against the still surfaces around itself.

This alerted Y/n, she then rushed into the next room, accidentally hitting her shoulder on the wooden door frame, causing her to quickly wince and clutch it whilst dashing to pick up her incoming phone call.

She tapped the bright green button with her thumb, carrying a lifeless look in her eyes as she brought the phone to her ear slowly, impatiently waiting for the caller to begin speaking.