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A man stood in a funeral parlor, surrounded by many faces, both living and dead, as the breathing members of the small congregation that had entered the shop that day were mixed with the many lost souls he was tending to, before they made their final journey into the ground. In his hands were three books, gifted to him by an old friend so that they may be shown that day. Each had a name on the cover, in swirling gold calligraphy.
He set them aside for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a single page. Reaching for his dagger, he struck the point down onto the page, bringing it to life and unleashing the record it held.
Before the patrons' eyes, they found themselves in awe at the recording before them.
đ đșđ°đ¶đŻđš đžđ°đźđąđŻ, đžđȘđ”đ© đ±đąđđŠ đŽđŹđȘđŻ đąđŻđ„ đđ°đŻđš, đŁđđąđ€đŹ đ©đąđȘđł, đŽđąđ” đȘđŻ đą đ€đ©đąđȘđł đŽđŠđ” đ¶đ± đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đ¶đŻđŠđłđąđ đ±đąđłđđ°đł. đđ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ„đłđŠđŽđŽđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đą đ§đȘđŻđŠ đ„đłđŠđŽđŽ, đŁđđąđ€đŹ đžđȘđ”đ© đŽđȘđđ·đŠđł đŠđźđŁđłđ°đȘđ„đŠđłđș đąđŻđ„ đ”đłđȘđźđźđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đžđ©đȘđ”đŠ đđąđ€đŠ, đąđŻđ„ đ°đŻ đ©đŠđł đ§đŠđŠđ” đžđŠđłđŠ đą đ±đąđȘđł đ°đ§ đŁđđąđ€đŹ đŁđ¶đ”đ”đ°đŻđŠđ„ đŁđ°đ°đ”đŽ. đđŠđł đ©đąđȘđł đžđąđŽ đ±đȘđŻđŻđŠđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ đŽđđȘđšđ©đ”đđș, đ©đąđđ§ đđ°đ°đŽđŠ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ©đŠđł đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŠđłđŽ, đąđŻđ„ đ©đąđđ§ đ©đŠđđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đŁđđąđ€đŹ đłđ°đŽđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đđ°đ°đŹđŠđ„ đąđđźđ°đŽđ” đ„đąđłđŹ đŁđđ¶đŠ.Â
đ đłđ¶đŁđș đŁđłđ°đ°đ€đ© đžđąđŽ đŽđŠđ” đąđ” đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đłđ°đąđ”, đ±đąđȘđłđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đźđąđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đŠđąđłđłđȘđŻđšđŽ đ„đąđŻđšđđȘđŻđš đ§đłđ°đź đ©đŠđł đđ°đŁđŠđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đŽđ©đ°đ°đ”đȘđŻđš đŽđ”đąđłđŽ. đ đŁđđąđ€đŹ đŽđŠđŠ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đ·đŠđȘđ đ°đ·đŠđł đ©đŠđł đ©đŠđąđ„, đ€đ°đ·đŠđłđȘđŻđš đ©đąđđ§ đ°đ§ đ©đŠđł đ§đąđ€đŠ. đđđŠđŻđ„đŠđł đžđ©đȘđ”đŠ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ, đ”đȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đđ°đŻđš đŁđđąđ€đŹ đŻđąđȘđđŽ đ”đ°đ° đźđąđ”đ”đŠ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đŻđąđ”đ¶đłđąđ, đŁđłđ¶đŽđ©đŠđ„ đąđžđąđș đą đđ°đ°đŽđŠ đ€đ¶đłđ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đąđ„ đŽđđȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ§đłđ°đź đŁđŠđ©đȘđŻđ„ đ©đŠđł đŠđąđł. đđŻ đ©đŠđł đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđł đšđđȘđ”đ”đŠđłđŠđ„ đą đłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ”'đŽ đŽđ”đ°đŻđŠ đšđđ°đžđŠđ„ đŁđđ°đ°đ„ đłđŠđ„, đąđŻđ„ đŠđŻđ”đłđąđ±đ±đŠđ„ đȘđŻ đą đŻđŠđŽđ” đ°đ§ đŁđđąđ€đŹ đźđŠđ”đąđ. đđȘđ”đ© đą đŽđźđąđđ đŽđźđȘđđŠ đ±đąđȘđŻđ”đŠđ„ đ°đŻ đ€đ©đŠđłđłđș đłđŠđ„ đđȘđ±đŽ, đ©đŠđł đ€đłđȘđźđŽđ°đŻ đŠđșđŠđŽ đŽđ±đąđłđŹđđŠđ„ đąđŽ đŽđ©đŠ đŽđ±đ°đŹđŠ đȘđŻ đą đŽđ°đ§đ”, đźđŠđđ°đ„đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ.
"đ đŹđŻđ°đž đźđąđŻđș đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ đŁđŠ đžđ°đŻđ„đŠđłđȘđŻđš đžđ©đș đ'đ·đŠ đ„đŠđ€đȘđ„đŠđ„ đ”đ° đŽđ”đąđłđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ”đąđđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đžđ©đąđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đą đ±đąđŽđŽđąđšđŠ đžđłđȘđ”đ”đŠđŻ đ§đłđ°đź đą đ«đ°đ¶đłđŻđąđ. đđŻđ„ đȘđŻ đą đŽđŠđŻđŽđŠ, đȘđ” đȘđŽ, đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ đŽđ±đ°đŹđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đąđŻ đ°đđ„ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„ đąđŻđ„ đąđđđ°đžđŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đ±đ¶đ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đąđŽ đ±đąđłđ” đ°đ§ đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ đŁđŠ đŽđŠđŠđȘđŻđš đ”đ°đ„đąđș. đ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đȘđ” đłđȘđšđ©đ” đ”đ° đȘđŻđ§đ°đłđź đșđ°đ¶ đ°đ§ đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đąđłđŠ đđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đȘđŻ đ§đ°đł đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ”đąđłđ” đłđŠđąđ„đȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŠđ·đŠđŻđ”đŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ°đ€đ€đ¶đł, đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ đ§đȘđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đžđŠđłđŠ đźđąđŻđș đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đ©đȘđ„đ„đŠđŻ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đđȘđ·đŠđŽ đȘđŻ đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ đŁđŠđąđł đžđȘđ”đŻđŠđŽđŽ."
đđŠđł đŠđșđŠđŽ đ„đłđ°đ°đ±đŠđ„ đąđŻđ„ đą đŽđąđ„ đŽđźđȘđđŠ đŽđ±đłđŠđąđ„ đąđ€đłđ°đŽđŽ đ©đŠđł đđȘđ±đŽ.
"đ'đź đŽđ¶đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đąđđ đžđȘđđ đ©đąđ·đŠ đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đžđ©đąđ” đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ, đŽđ°đźđŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đźđąđș đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŁđŠ đ©đŠđąđłđ”đŁđłđ°đŹđŠđŻ đŁđș đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đ°đȘđ€đŠđŽ đźđąđ„đŠ đ©đŠđłđŠ, đŁđ¶đ” đ±đđŠđąđŽđŠ đŽđąđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đąđŻđ„ đ”đŠđąđłđŽ đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŽđŠđŠđŻ đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš. đđŻđ„ đ đźđŠđąđŻ đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš."
"đđ°đž, đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đąđłđŠ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ° đŽđŠđŠ đ€đąđŻ đŁđŠ đą đŽđ”đ°đłđș, đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đą đđȘđ§đŠ đȘđŽ đą đŽđ”đ°đłđș, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đ°đȘđ€đŠđŽ đžđŠ đźđąđŹđŠ đ€đłđŠđąđ”đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đđ°đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ„đłđȘđ·đŠđŽ đȘđ” đ§đ°đłđžđąđłđ„, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đąđłđąđ€đ”đŠđłđŽ đžđŠ đźđŠđŠđ” đźđąđŹđŠ đ¶đ± đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ·đŠđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đ”đłđąđȘđ”đŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđŠ đ§đȘđŻđ„ đąđ„đźđȘđłđąđŁđđŠ, đ°đł đ„đȘđŽđ”đąđŽđ”đŠđ§đ¶đ."
"đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đ°đłđș đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ¶đ±đŠđłđŻđąđ”đ¶đłđąđ. đđŻđŹđŻđ°đžđŻ đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ đŠđčđȘđŽđ” đąđŻđ„ đžđąđđŹ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đ¶đźđąđŻ đžđ°đłđđ„, đąđđ°đŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đđŠđąđ±đŠđłđŽ đžđ©đ° đ©đ¶đŻđ” đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ đąđŻđ„ đ€đ°đđđŠđ€đ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đđŽ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đžđ©đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đ„đȘđŠđ„, đŽđ° đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đłđŠđ€đ°đłđ„đŽ đąđłđŠ đ¶đŻđ”đ°đ¶đ€đ©đŠđ„ đŁđș đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đžđ©đ° đźđŠđąđŻ đ”đ° đ©đąđłđź đ”đ©đŠđź."
"đđ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ đđŠđąđłđŻ đ©đŠđłđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đŻđ°đ” đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đȘđŽ đąđŽ đȘđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ... đđ” đđŠđąđŽđ” đŻđ°đ” đ§đłđ°đź đźđș đŠđșđŠđŽ, đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đŽđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đ¶đźđąđŻđŽ đ€đąđŻ đŁđŠ đ€đłđ¶đŠđ, đąđŻđ„ đ„đŠđąđ”đ© đ€đąđŻ đđ°đ·đŠ..."
"đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đą đŽđ”đ°đłđș đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đłđąđŻđšđŠ, đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđłđŹ, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđŻđšđŠđłđ°đ¶đŽ. đ đŽđ”đłđ¶đšđšđđŠ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đŁđđȘđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ§đąđȘđ”đ© đ”đ° đą đ§đąđ€đŠđđŠđŽđŽ đšđ°đ„, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđđąđ€đŹ đ”đŠđźđ±đ”đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đą đ„đŠđźđ°đŻ'đŽ đ€đąđłđŠđŽđŽ...''
đđ©đŠ đŠđčđ±đłđŠđŽđŽđȘđ°đŻ đ°đŻ đ©đŠđł đ§đąđ€đŠ đŽđ©đ°đžđŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠđł đźđȘđŻđ„ đ©đąđ„ đ„đłđȘđ§đ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đźđ°đłđŠ đ±đđŠđąđŽđąđŻđ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ, đđ©đŠ đŽđ©đ°đ°đŹ đ©đŠđł đ©đŠđąđ„, đ§đ°đ€đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đźđ°đłđŠ, đąđŻđ„ đ€đ°đŻđ”đȘđŻđ¶đŠđ„.
"đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đ°đłđș đ°đ§ đ„đŠđ”đŠđłđźđȘđŻđŠđŽ đ”đ©đłđŠđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ."
"đđąđ”đŠ, đžđ©đąđ” đą đ©đ¶đźđąđŻ đźđ¶đŽđ” đąđ€đ€đŠđ±đ”."Â
"đđ©đąđŻđ€đŠ, đžđ©đąđ” đ€đąđŻđŻđ°đ” đŁđŠ đ±đłđŠđ„đȘđ€đ”đŠđ„."
"đđŻđ„ đđ°đ·đŠ, đžđ©đąđ” đ€đąđŻđŻđ°đ” đŁđŠ đ€đ©đ°đŽđŠđŻ, đ€đąđŻđŻđ°đ” đŁđŠ đ„đŠđ§đȘđŻđŠđ„, đąđŻđ„ đ€đąđŻđŻđ°đ” đŁđŠ đ„đŠđŽđ”đłđ°đșđŠđ„."
"đđąđ”đŠ. đđ©đąđŻđ€đŠ. đđ°đ·đŠ."
"đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đ©đ°đž đđąđ”đŠ đ©đąđŽ đ„đŠđ”đŠđłđźđȘđŻđŠđ„ đȘđ” đ§đȘđ” đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ¶đŁđźđȘđŽđŽđȘđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đžđȘđđ, đ©đ°đž đ”đ©đŠ đ±đ°đžđŠđłđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đŁđŠ đ„đŠđŠđź đȘđ” đ§đąđȘđł đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđŻđŻđ°đ€đŠđŻđ”đŽ đźđ¶đŽđ” đ„đȘđŠ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đđłđąđŻđ„ đđŠđŽđȘđšđŻ, đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đđłđŠđąđ”đŠđł đđ°đ°đ„ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđłđźđŠđŻđ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđđ„."
"đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đ©đ°đž đđ©đąđŻđ€đŠ đ€đąđŻ đđŠđąđ„ đ”đ° đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ±đąđ”đ©, đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đđąđ”đŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đłđȘđ·đąđđŽ đȘđ”đŽ đ±đ°đžđŠđł, đąđŻđ„ đ°đ§đ§đŠđłđŽ đźđ°đłđŠ đ°đ±đ±đ°đłđ”đ¶đŻđȘđ”đȘđŠđŽ đąđŻđ„ đ€đ©đ°đȘđ€đŠđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ©đąđŻđšđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đŠđ°đ±đđŠ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđź, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđźđŽđŠđđ·đŠđŽ."
"đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đ©đ°đž đđ°đ·đŠ đžđȘđđ đ°đ±đŠđŻ đ¶đ± đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đ§đłđŠđŠđ„đ°đź đąđŻđ„ đłđŠđ”đłđȘđŁđ¶đ”đȘđ°đŻ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đąđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đđąđ”đŠ đąđŻđ„ đȘđ”đŽ đźđąđŻđȘđ±đ¶đđąđ”đȘđ·đŠ đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ, đ©đ°đž đȘđ” đ€đąđŻ đ€đłđŠđąđ”đŠ đą đ§đąđźđȘđđș đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đąđŽđ©đŠđŽ, đąđŻđ„ đŁđŠ đłđŠđŁđ°đłđŻ đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ©đąđ„đ°đžđŽ đ°đ§ đ„đŠđąđ”đ©."
"đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đ°đłđș đ°đ§ đą đ©đ¶đźđąđŻ, đąđŻđ„ đ©đ°đž đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ°đ§ đąđŻ đąđ€đ€đȘđ„đŠđŻđ” đŽđ©đŠ đđ°đŽđ” đąđđ đŻđ°đłđźđąđđȘđ”đș đ°đ§ đ©đŠđł đđȘđ§đŠ đąđŻđ„ đ§đŠđđ đȘđŻđ”đ° đąđŻ đđđđđđđ đžđ°đłđđ„ "
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It was a seemingly normal night, with the mood high up in the sky, accompanied by millions of stars that shone bright in the dark, twisted world. However, in the midst of this peaceful night, there was something happening beyond human comprehension, something unknown to the world.
[2:33 am]
a man well into his thirties stumbled through the deserted streets, his mind addled and his body saturated with alcohol and exhaustion. He was barely able to walk in a straight line and found himself desperately seeking a shortcut through a dark alleyway. It appeared to have been abandoned for quite some time, scattered with trash bins, dirty cardboard boxes, and the overpowering smell of decay.
But as he walked deeper into the alley, he heard a terrifying growl. He observed a dog-like figure with glowing red eyes coming towards him, growling menacingly. Stared deep into the man's soul. Some part of Its body was rotting, and its jaw was hanging by just a few pieces of flesh attached to its upper jaw.
The man was thrown onto his back, and the canine figure attacked him, glowering fiercely with its red eyes. As it was about to bite into his flesh, an unexpected force slammed into the monster, hurtling it into the concrete wall and leaving a dent behind.
A new voice came through the darkness, interrupting the altercation. "Oh, here you are, already found your next victim?"
A cloaked figure materialized before the man, only showing its back to the man. That person was wearing a long, black, cloak that reached their calves. Sporting it with black, short pants peeking from underneath the cloak and thigh-high white socks with black boots. A hood was over their head, a black mask that concealed everything except for startling eyes. You can tell it is a female by looking at its figure.
There was a white symbol gleaming on the back of her cloak, seemingly ethereal, and the air buzzed with a sense of power, and the man could sense an intense aura emanating from her.
A rustle of fabric and a crunching footstep was heard, and suddenly the monster turned its head, its red eyes blazing with rage. The female was seen behind the monster as the wind blew that person's cloak.
It roared and growled loudly, saliva pouring out of its jaws.
The female let out a sharp breath, and she confronted the monster. The monster let out a roar as its eyes became widened and glowed in the dark. The female's eyes turned a shade of Crimson color as she glared at the monster.
The creature lunged forward and surged towards her, but she leaped back skillfully, preventing herself from falling over. The monster roared uproariously again, as it attempted to attack the girl for another time.
The monster let out another roar as its eyes glowed. The female glared at the monster as she prepared herself to jump and attack the monster.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow on the desolate alleyway. She stood in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the creature in front of her. The monster's eyes glinted with an otherworldly hunger.
"Looks like this is the end for you," the female said, her voice low and steady. She reached into the ring on her left hand, retrieving a small needle. With a quick movement, she pricked her finger, and a thin line of red blood emerged.
The girl's crimson eyes glinted as the droplet of blood grew, coalescing into a long, thin blade. She lifted the makeshift blood sword, pointing it towards the monster as her glare became hard.
It let out a guttural growl, the creature charging towards the girl with incredible speed. But she was ready. With a swift movement, she dodged the creature's attack, expertly maneuvering around it.
The girl's blood katana glinted in the moonlight as she charged towards the monster, the blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. In seconds, the monster's head was severed from its body, and it let out a final screech before the corpse of the monster disappeared into the night.
The woman watched as the blood of the monster dripped down her katana, splattering on the concrete ground below. She took a deep breath, her focus unwavering.
"Are you okay, sir?" she asked, turning to the man lying on the ground.
The man trembled in fear, his eyes wide with terror. "No, don't come near me!" he yelled, scrambling away from her.
'So annoying,' she thought but she kept her expression neutral. She retrieved a small pen, clicking it once to activate its power.
* Click *
A beam of light shot out from the pen, illuminating the alleyway. The man's eyes flickered, and he began to lose his consciousness, his memory of the night fading away.
"There you go," the girl said softly, pocketing the pen. "You won't remember anything of this ever happening."
With a sudden gust of wind, the leaves and dust on the ground were swept up, obscuring the girl from view. When the wind passed, she was gone, leaving behind no trace of her ever having been there.
The man on the ground slowly regained consciousness, feeling a bit disoriented. He looked around and saw that the monster was gone and there was no sign of the girl who had saved him.
"What happened?" he muttered to himself as he tried to piece together the events of the night. He had just been walking home from work when he was attacked by a monster, and then...what? He couldn't remember anything after that.
Shaking his head, he decided to head home and forget everything that had happened. Little did he know, the girl who had saved him was still watching from the shadows, making sure he was safe before disappearing into the night once again.