I didn't mean for it to happen! Really, I swear!
... Well, maybe I did. I mean, with Uncle Kawahira...
But anyway, a pool of bright light surrounded me and I found myself sitting in the middle of a crowded street. The strange thing was that everyon...
'Hey'- Soren 'Hey'- Narrator-San "Hey"- Soren's OOC 'Hey'- Author-San 'Hey'- Soren's intro --------------------------------- Yosh! That photo came from my modeling days. Well, actually, more like my days of going undercover as a model for the CIA in order to infiltrate this corrupted company and capture the company owner since he was technically and illegally hacking and selling information on the pentago- any who! Sorry, getting off topic. I'm fabulous, ne? ~*~*~*~*~*~*
Many moons ago, in a far off place, there was an unruly woman who couldn't give less shit about her fellow man-
"Stop! I will not have you insulting me-"
And thus the tale shall start...
"You b! ch!"
Shut up!
*Author-San folds her arms while mysteriously standing in a dark, hidden corner* Hmm, these two don't have as much fire as usual. Maybe I went too far last chapter?
"Grandpa!" The door was suddenly slammed open once again to reveal two other men. "We heard shouting. What happened?"
I looked to them curiously, wondering who's grandsons they belong to. They seem live the troublesome type. I pity the grandfather, or whatever famiglia they're in. The blonde held a gun as he swept inside. He wore a large trench coat and a scarf wrapped around his neck, holding a serious, yet far away look on his face.
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As for the other man, a bluenette (his hair was blue, for god sakes!) had a- is that a scalpel?- and was dressed similar to Dante, by more casual looking. Hmm, he must be another famiglia's doctor.
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They made eye contact with me and stared in surprise. However, that soon turned into a hard glare. Sometimes I wondered if the fates held a grudge against me. Oh, dear KHR Soren, what in the world did you do?
