She is dead and remembers nothing before it.
She is a Hunter working in the city of Grimoire to destroy the monsters of the Miasma.
She is an outcast, and she wants to go back to the land of the living.
To do this, she must undergo the Test of Rem...
They ask you where you've been and what you've been up to. You say not much, here and there, and then repeat the question to them, and they give you the same nonsensical answers. They tell you they have to go, but they'll make an effort to find you later so that you can both catch up.
You meet up again months, years later, by accident and not design, and the both of you repeat the cycle.
You wonder if this is simply the way of the world.
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Here's the thing.
As a girl, fighting boys came with certain advantages, and for a boy fighting a girl, no matter what he did, he knew that he was going to lose. If he won, he will be known as a girl-beater. If he lost, he will be known as the guy who got his shit slapped by a girl. If he didn't fight at all, he will be known as the boy who chickened out of a fight with a girl.
As such, most boys preferred to save themselves the effort and not fight a girl, while those that did never really had their heart in it.
Ergo, Amber never lost a fight with a male Hunter.
Which could be why Max was currently in the process of kicking her ass.
The two of them stumbled out of the arcade together, Max a few steps behind Amber. The latter wiped the blood off of her lip, pivoted on one foot and snapped a kick at where she thought Max was. She timed it wrong though, only managing to bruise her knee against Max's hip, and then Max was slamming into her and boring her off the ground. The two of them landed together in a tangle of arms and legs.
"So that's what this is, huh?" Amber asked as she felt one of Max's arms wrap around her throat from behind as the two of them struggled to get up. "You hot for me? Is that what this is?"
Max punched her in the shoulder. "Don't flatter yourself," she growled, "I'm beating some sense into that thick skull of yours. That's what this is."
"Piss off." Thrashing about, Amber tried to elbow Max in the stomach, but the other girl was aware of it and shifted so that her torso was behind Amber's. "Thought we weren't buddies," she gasped.
"We aren't. If we were buddies, I wouldn't be going easy on you." Amber felt Max ease the pressure off of her throat, enough for her to get some air in. "You want to get out of Grimoire?" Max asked. "I can find the pages, a favour from one Hunter to another. How is that so hard for you to get?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"For fuck's sake, make me understand!"
"Then let go of me!"
Max did so. She removed her arm from around Amber's neck while shoving her forward at the same time. Amber stumbled away from her, turning around as she massaged her throat, watching as Max inspected her hoodie, which was smeared with some of her own blood.
