《The Overpowered Demon Princess Has Left Her World To Help An Author Write Her Story》Meanwhile...[Part II]
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At the darkest hour of the night, it's dangerous for a teenage girl, who seems to be wearing spunky clothes of navy-blue jeans and brown leather jacket and white flip-flops, to be walking around at a random alley. Even with the street lights still working like clockwork, the girl, with dark brown shoulder-length hair and cinnamon-colored eyes, doesn't care about her current surroundings.
She sighs as she reminisces her father's wrongdoings and stupid decisions as she mumbles to herself.
"Why did you do that, Dad? Now that I found out...I can't face you properly..."
As she lets out another sigh right under one of the street lights, an old lady yelps "Ouch!" as she trips with her whole body falling down onto the roadside. A bunch of tomatoes roll over to the girl's left foot.
As the girl picks one of them up, she hears the old lady yelping in pain. The old lady appears to have the same physical appearance as Suzuki's landlady. She runs towards her, lending a hand to help her stand on her two feet. Looking concerned and sorry for her, the girl asks the old lady, who keeps her head down at all times, whatever she needs right now...
That's until something bad is happening to that poor teenage girl.
"Oba-san, are you alright? Aw, man! The tomatoes are scattering too far..."
"Never mind about them, Miss. The picking can wait once I catch my breath. Whew! It's not easy walking up this almost slanted road. Ah! Huck-a-huck!"
"There's no need for you to talk more, Oba-san. We should take a seat at the nearby bus stop..."
"Ah! Huck-a-huck!"
"Oba-san! Do you need water? There's a vending machine..."
"No, no. I don't need water. I need... Huck-a-huck!... something else..."
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"Something else? What do you need that's not water??"
"It always works whenever I've got this bad of a cough... huck-a-huck!"
"Really? Then, tell me what it is. I'll get it for you."
"You'll get it for me?"
"Yes, Oba-san! Tell me what it is that you need right now."
"Hmm...I guess I'll have YOU. Right now."
"Uh...what...are you..."
"Hey, Miss. I can feel your Negative Aura. Someone broke your beliefs, huh? Hehe."
"Oba-san, you're scaring me...why do you...want me...exactly?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
As the old lady lifts up her face, her eyes glow a very bright icy blue, scaring the poor girl until she can't move. She wants to run away, but she can't. The moment she realizes her right arm is being frozen by the old lady's left hand, the poor girl shivers and screams at her loudest tone.
Unfortunately, nobody came to help her as the whole area is having the quietest night of the year. A tomato gets frozen all of a sudden. It gets picked up by a young-looking right hand. Then, the last sound that place hears is the sound of crunching ice and a scary laugh.
(PART II END)
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Phantom Storm
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