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Missing Hero
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Ongoing, First published Sep 02, 2016
My name Emiko Hana Isaka and I'm a fox demon. I never knew my father and my mother died when I was still fairly young, I barely even remember her. I live here in the spirit world with many other demons. I try to live a simple life as a hostess at a bar, but that all changed one unforgettable night. Now my life is spinning out of control and all I want is for things to go back to the way they once were. Secrets are coming into light, things aren't what they appear to be and my past is finally unraveling itself. A Magical katana, Squid demon, Gods, and spirits are just a few common things here in the spirit world!
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