❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. ❞
a young girl returns to her hometown after suffering a traumatic experience overseas. only to cross paths with a fluffy alien i...
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▌ episode 8; an invitation to the spring festival: after school trouble (part 2)
※ viewer discretion is advised: this chapter contains violent imagery, animal abuse, etc.
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Nanami was the kind of person who defied all reasoning and logic. AKA, the kind of person who gets lost despite the odds. It was truly a wonder how this girl managed to survive until now. Surrounded by cherry blossom trees blooming over head, the looming lamp post cast its light over her, like she was the sole actress on stage.
Clutching her head on either side with her hands, she groaned. "It can't be... I can't possibly be lost...!" She wailed dramatically, knees buckling. They gave way and she collapsed onto the ground.
Looking around the place, she realised she ended up wandering to the lake. Which was quite a stretch from where she originally was. There was hardly any people nearby, only a stray dog watching her curiously as she continued to cry.
Tall bushes nearby started to rustle and she screamed. "AaaAAaHHHHHH!! (Y/N) SAVE meeEEeeEEEE!!!" She jumped up and made a mad dash in a random direction. Kicking up quite a storm, the dog tilted its head as her voice trailed off.
The mutt padded towards the bushes and sniffed at it. Suddenly, a slender leg kicked out and nailed it in the neck. Collapsing to the ground, it wheezed and coughed up a storm. A firm boot was planted atop its bruised neck, and the dog let out a high pitched whine.
The leg jutting out of the bush adorned a dark thigh high, a holster attached around the upper thigh. A breathy sigh followed as the foot dug deeper into the dog's throat. It started to paw at the ground desperately as the person spoke. "Pathetic. Squealing like a pig in a slaughter house."
"I can't wait to hear a similar sound from Shinomiya (y/n)."
The boot twisted abruptly and the dog was silenced forever.
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"Where's my backpack?" You glanced around warily. Junko gave you a side glance, a needle and felt in hand. "You didn't happen to move it, right?"
"No... Truth be told, I don't remember seeing it there when I walked past a couple times– Hey! Where are you going?!" Concern etched across Junko's pale face as you rushed out. You pushed back the heavy red cloth draping the back.
The back of the stalls was an empty stretch only occupied by trees. A gust of wind ruffled your skirt, as you looked around, panicking. Your heart rate was spiking rapidly. When was the last time you felt so anxious and terrified at the same?
