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"Have you heard about humans creating kaiju?" you asked, your words eliciting a look of surprise from the group.
"What? Humans making kaiju?!" Kafka exclaimed loudly, causing everyone to shush him. Fortunately, there were no customers in the restaurant, and the employees seemed to be in the kitchen rather than at the counter.
"Yes," you continued, your gaze fixed on your pancake at plate. "Eight years ago, there was a mysterious case where teenagers started disappearing. No clues or evidence could be found to trace the missing kids."
You paused, the weight of your next words evident in your expression. "I was one of those who were abducted by this, illegal organization. That's how I became a kaiju."
...
You got out from the convenience store, holding your little grocery bag filled with snacks for tonight's drama release. It was a rare treat to have a day off after a grueling month of training with the Defense Force, and you were looking forward to unwinding in your apartment.
Your Mom texted you,
DramaQueen
DramaQueen:
• The drama's gonna start! Where are you?
You: I'm going back Mom! Got the snacks! •
As you happily walked through the quiet, night-lit streets, the anticipation of the evening's relaxation put a spring in your step. However, a nagging sensation started to creep in, like an itch at the back of your mind. You felt someone was following you.
You tried to stay calm, making yourself alert and quickening your pace. The footsteps behind you seemed to do the same, mirroring your movements.
"Tch." you muttered as you threw away your grocery to the ground and made a full swing of your fist to jab the person behind you, they received your powerful punch and swiftly retaliated with a knee to your stomach, forcing the air from your lungs. You doubled over, gasping for breath, but quickly regained your footing, refusing to back down.
Summoning all your strength, you launched a series of rapid punches, each aimed with precision at their vital points. The attacker blocked most of your strikes with practiced ease, their movements fluid and calculated.
"What the hell?!" You yelped at them, as you spun around, delivering a high kick to their head, but they ducked and countered with a sweeping kick that knocked you off your feet.
