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The house sat at the edge of a quiet street, its exterior reflecting an understated elegance. It was a cozy, yet mysterious space—perfectly fitting the taste of someone who cherished the balance between warmth and seclusion. Dark wooden floors gleamed beneath soft lighting, casting a warm glow on the eclectic mix of vintage furniture and modern accents. Shelves lined with old, worn-out books added a touch of intellectual charm, while a few mystical trinkets hinted at the otherworldly nature of its resident. The curtains were drawn, casting shadows in a room where magic and reality seemed to intertwine effortlessly.
In the dim light of the bedroom, a figure lay peacefully asleep. Y/n, her hair splayed out like delicate threads against her pillow, breathed evenly, lost in a world of dreams. Her black pajama shirt clung loosely to her frame, while the soft rise and fall of her chest suggested a tranquil slumber. The faintest ray of sunlight began to slip through a gap in the curtain, gently nudging her awake.
Y/n stirred, her eyelids fluttering open slowly. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light as she pushed the blanket away. With a soft groan, she stretched her arms above her head before finally sitting up. Her gaze wandered around the room, still foggy from sleep. "Is it already noon?" she muttered to herself as she got up and moved towards the closet. She changed out of her pajamas, opting for something more suitable for the day. A soft black sweater, jeans, and boots—a simple but functional outfit.
Once ready, she made her way to the living room, where her three companions were waiting. A hollow and two ghosts, each with distinct personalities and quirks, were lounging around.
The hollow was the first to speak. "Good afternoon, sleeping beauty," Hollow/??? said with a smirk, "We thought you’d decided to sleep all day."
Before Y/n could respond, the white ghost/??? butted in, quick-witted as always. "Don't be so rude to her!" they exclaimed, their tone playful, but protective.
The black ghost/???, always the calmest of the three, muttered under their breath, "Is there a day those two won’t fight?"
Y/n let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "Don’t you two dare start fighting again," she said, then quickly added, "Oh, and good afternoon to you too, Hikaru (Hollow), Haruka (White Ghost), and Kaito (Black Ghost)." She glanced at the clock and sighed again. "I didn’t realize it was already noon."
Hikaru rolled their eyes at Haruka, though the latter didn’t notice. Meanwhile, Kaito raised an eyebrow, their attention shifting to Y/n. "I noticed you were gone the other day," they said, their tone curious. "Where were you?"
Haruka nodded eagerly, waiting for her explanation.
Y/n sighed once more, her mind drifting back to the events of the previous day.
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𝗙𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 (𝗬/𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩):
I was sitting by the window, reading a novel while savoring a slice of chocolate cake and sipping on tea. The day had been peaceful until I felt a soft tug on my sleeve. It was Shinku (the red circle soul), pulsing with urgency. The message it conveyed was clear—someone was struggling against a curse. Two people, to be exact. I nodded in understanding and set down my book.
"Come with me," I whispered to Seiji (the blue circle soul), who hovered silently nearby. Together, we left my peaceful sanctuary and ventured into the chaotic world of curses.
When we arrived, I saw two people—one was familiar, while the other was unknown to me—both locked in a fierce battle with a curse I didn’t recognize. I made no move to intervene just yet. A smirk tugged at my lips as I watched from the shadows.
As the curse lunged for the kill, I made my move. Shinku materialized in front of him, glowing ominously as it expanded. He halted, clearly annoyed, as the smoke from the circle thickened. I stepped forward, the sound of my boots echoing against the pavement. My hat concealed my face, adding to the mystery.
