---❛I find you again, but this time, I'm not alone.❜
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The black-haired male spoke, being one of the many individuals that stood in the overwhelming group of heroes. He glanced over at her figure, the darkness emerged her as she stood in an alleyway.
Her hood remained over her head as she stood upright, continuing to walk through many heroes who stood near the supposed murderer. She was uninterested in the topic, ignoring their presence.
"Young lady, are you aware of us? Can you hear?" A pro hero's voice rang, looking at the uninterested teenager that walked ahead with no care.
"No, I'm just ignoring you." She finally spoke, her saintly voice echoing throughout the alleyway's darkness that encased her wholly. A blonde-haired, red-winged hero snickered upon hearing her response, covering his lips to muffle the nearing laughter.
The black-haired male grumbled, sighing as he outstretched the scarf against his neck. The male tossed it toward her figure quickly, planning the guidance that would wrap the unthreatened teenager up.
Though she retorted immediately, not sparring a glance as she caught the fast-moving scarf in her grasp. The heroes stared at her, planning their attack on the surely defenseless teenager, though she just caught a fast-moving weapon with no help.
"Show yourself," a short, Grey-haired, old man demanded. Stepping forward, the bright yellow form-fitting suit he wore stretched alongside his legs.
He stared at the teenager, who stopped in her tracks at the words. The darkened alleyway caused an eerie atmosphere among the heroes and the supposed murderer.
They watched as her figure slowly and suspensefully turned, and her hood fell along with the movement. She glared at the heroes with her plain white eyes, possessed by Death. No iris nor pupil, an empty and alone sclera that blankly looked toward them in disinterest.
"You don't understand, do you? You all let me slip underneath your fingers, so oblivious, heroes." She sinfully spoke, a low and amused chuckle sounding from her parted lips.
The heroes furrowed their eyebrows, unknowing of the matter she spoke on.
"Ever heard of a hyperbole? An overly dramatized statement, exaggerated. My words relate to such, as claiming I killed her was a way of covering the real meaning of my statement. You are clouded by oblivion, moving so irationally. Careless, one might say. I killed her, as in I killed my once self, I slipped from your fingers, huh? She's dead. The new version is standing in front of your eyes."
Death stated, the exaggeration spilling from her words confusing the bunch.
"My my, I apologize. Should I make myself more clear? The missing girl that I spoke of killing was pronounced dead. You were so desperate to find her killer. She is not dead, though. She is standing here, right before you. Greetings, heroes, I am [name] Tahashi."
