It was already noon by the time the boy woke up. Though, he wasn't surprised — since he had just woken up from a morning nap after he got home.
"I hope I can get examined. It is the weekend, after all," he said, as he headed to the washroom. It had been a day or two since he last showered.
After some twenty minutes, the boy went back to his room, taking out some basic street clothes from his closet.
"You can never go wrong with a plain white hoodie and some jeans," he said, putting them on.
Milo went downstairs, and walked over to the kitchen — where he saw his mother drinking some water.
A woman seemingly in her late thirties to early forties, she stood at about the same height as Milo, perhaps very slightly shorter. She still looked quite youthful and fit for her age, wearing a loose silk button-up shirt coupled with some grey skinny jeans and house slippers. Perhaps the most noticeable thing about her was her deep auburn colored hair styled into a bob cut — a color her son's hair took very strongly after. She had noticeable bags under her eyes, with some mild smile lines showing above the corners of her lips.
"Good...Afternoon, sweetie," she greeted him, raising her eyebrow slightly.
"Afternoon, Mom," her son answered, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.
"Good grief, where are you off to in such a hurry, after sleeping in the whole morning?" she sighed, putting down her cup on the counter.
"Oh, I was just thinking of checking out the CD store today. Don't worry, I'll be back before late," Milo said, washing the apple in the sink.
"As soon as you wake up? At least eat an actual meal before you go, instead of one apple! Can you even walk alright? There's some curry leftovers in the fridge."
"It's fine, Mom. I already had breakfast at my friend's place, I'm not that hungry. And I can walk just fine, see?" Milo said, shaking his leg a little bit.
Wiping the water off the fruit with a small towel, Milo took a bite out of it, turning to face his mother.
"...Listen, Milo,— his mother spoke to him in a soft tone all of a sudden, — I know you might be going through some problems you're not telling me about. That's fine, I was just like you when I was sixteen, too" she said, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"...What's this all about, Mom? You're acting kinda weird," he replied.
"You can get bad grades. That's fine, as long as you don't skip school. But I don't want to see you 'tripping' or 'falling' while going out anymore."
"..." Milo kept taking bites out of the apple.
"I know you're already a big kid now. I can't stop you from making your own choices, and I can't force you to listen to me. But just...Promise me, you'll stay out of danger. Unnecessary trouble was the one thing your father liked getting into."
He stayed silent, only chewing on the fruit.
"I know you and I don't have much quality time together anymore, I've been busy with all these extra shifts. But things will work out soon."
"Got it, Mom. I'll be careful. You don't have to worry," he smiled.
"That's my boy," she said, hugging Milo and kissing him on his cheek.
"I'm heading out!" he said to her as he opened the front door.
"Alright!...Oh, and Milo!"
"Yeah?"
"Tell me more about your friend when you get back," she said, smiling.
The corners of Milo's lips dropped, as he suddenly looked off to another direction.
"...Yeah, I definitely will," he said, as he closed the door.
***
Friend, huh? he thought while walking through the street.
"...Maybe I should text her, at least..." Milo said to himself, as he was about to get his phone out. Suddenly, he remembered something Pela had said to him, just a few hours ago.
"...You flinched, didn't you?"
Was she really wrong? You are afraid, aren't you? How do you expect to be friends with someone you can't really feel safe around? Maybe I should leave her alone... he thought.
"...Yeah, she told me as much herself. Don't be some desperate loser, Milo," he said, putting his phone back in his pocket.
"No time to be depressed!" the boy slapped himself in his cheeks, before reeling from the pain in his right one.
"Ow! I forgot this one's swollen," Milo said, as nearby stranger looked at him weird. The boy was getting closer to the commercial district already.
"...Right, so the hospital should probably be my first order of business. Better get there before it closes."
***
"How can I help you?" a nurse, sitting behind a blocky computer in the reception desk, asked Milo.
"Hi, would it be possible for me to have an x-ray of my chest taken today?"
"You want to see the radiologist?"
"Yes," he said.
"Well, there should be someone working today. Hold on a second, let me check," she said, typing something into the computer.
"Sure."
The hospital was strangely quiet. Of course, Milo wasn't expecting it to be loud, but the place felt a bit gloomy. It was only natural — there were people crying, sitting on the benches outside emergency operation rooms. Every now and then, he'd see doctors and nurses yelling 'Clear out the way! Clear out the way!', as they pushed stretchers with unconscious patients lying on them. People moving around in wheelchairs, as well as people walking with crutches under their armpits — were a common sight.
...I wonder if those gang idiots from yesterday are also here, or maybe another hospital...Some of them got hurt really badly...Just what makes fighting so fun to people like them?...
"...Uh, yep. You should be able to get an x-ray. Lunch break actually just ended a couple minutes ago, so you came right on time."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep. You want to go to room 209, it's in the North Wing on the second floor," the nurse said to Milo.
"Right. Thank you!"
"No problem."
***
"Now, I want you to stay completely still when I tell you to, okay?" a middle-aged doctor said to Milo through the mic.
"Okay!" with his hoodie and t-shirt taken off and put aside, Milo closed his eyes and stood in front of the x-ray machine.
"Take deep breaths through your stomach, and relax all your muscles."
"...Now, don't move until I say it's over," the doctor said. Milo froze, as strange beeping sounds came out of the machine for the next few moments.
"...Strange, it definitely seems that some of your ribs had suffered compound fractures...See? There's these very faint lines going through some of them, which is where they broke." he said to Milo, pointing to the computer screen with his finger.
"...Wow, so they were broken after all," Milo said, not taking his eyes off of the picture.
"You said this happened last night, right?" the doctor looked at Milo.
"...Uh, yeah! It was hurting a lot right after I got hit- I mean, when I fell!"
"It's not good to lie to your doctor, you know? It's obvious that a person, especially a young man like you, wouldn't get broken bones just from a minor trip. You got into a fight, it happens. You're a boy, after all."
Milo took another look at the monitor again.
"But, how did a simple fight injure your ribs to the point of several compound fractures? He wasn't swinging a sledgehammer at your ribcage, was he?" he asked.
"Ah!...There might've been a metal bat here and there. It was kinda chaotic, I couldn't really see much during the heat of the moment," Milo answered.
"Hm...A metal bat, huh?" the doctor looked at the screen.
"...Well, the good news is that your bones are mostly healed, so a simple calcium prescription over the course of six weeks should pretty easily help your bones grow new tissue and heal up completely," the doctor said, grabbing a small piece of paper and writing some unintelligible scribbles on it.
"...Oh, thank goodness!...By the way, this x-ray doesn't cost anything, right?" realizing he had forgot to ask his mother for money, Milo suddenly remembered that healthcare can sometimes cost a lot.
Then again, it wasn't like he could really hide his more serious injuries from his mother if he told her he was going to the hospital, and needed her to give him money. His mother would worry endlessly, and insist that the two go to the hospital together if she found out. And he simply didn't want to ask her for a hefty amount of personal allowance, either.
"Of course, kid. Healthcare is free in Nydon."
"...Phew!" Milo let out a relieved sigh.
"Unfortunately, we live in the city of Laawlon — with how many people are here, it's obvious that crime rates would be higher. Your case is a perfect example of that," the doctor said.
"...True."
***
"Let me make sure of this again. This injury happened last night, right?" the doctor asked Milo once more.
"Uh, yeah...Is something wrong, doctor?"
"No, no. Just forgot, is all. You can leave now, just show the pharmacist on the first floor drug store the prescription I gave you. And don't forget — I'd suggest you stay away from trouble. You're still not done recovering."
"Right. Thank you, doctor. Have a good day!" Milo waved bye, closing the door behind him.
"...I just don't believe it. His ribs were definitely severely broken, he definitely was hit by a strong weapon..." the doctor said to himself, looking at the scan on his computer again.
"...But there's no way injuries from just last night would heal up so quickly like this. Either that boy was lying to me about when this happened...Or he got some sort of super miracle treatment...But he said he hadn't received any other medical attention before me..." he picked up a pen and started biting on it, slowly rotating on his office chair back and forth.
"...I guess you learn something new every day. I'm glad I didn't take an off-day today, since I got to see something very interesting..."
***
"Okay, six weeks worth of calcium supplements would amount to a total of...Eight hundred bon!" the pharmacist said to Milo.
"...Eight hundred?"
"Yes. Would you like to pay cash or card?" she simply smiled at him.
"Uh...Can I come back later? I just remembered I have something urgent I need to do!" he said, already turning around.
"O-oh, of course."
Coming out of the hospital with the piece of paper crumpled in his fist, Milo walked with his head hung low.
"Why does everything cost money?...Actually, it's me who's just too broke. I really need to find a part-time job..." Milo said, suddenly clenching the paper in his fist tighter, as he looked at the sky in front of him.
"...Aw, but man! I've already been rejected, like, ten times — and they were all super easy positions, like a cashier at KorMart, a theater snack store worker, a store janitor, a restaraunt dishwasher boy...Why can't I find anything? I've seen plenty of other sixteen year olds just like me, who all have jobs! I know I'm not too young anymore! Damn it..."
But then, Milo suddenly heard an elderly voice grunting and moaning nearby him. Turning around, he saw an old woman holding a walking cane in her left hand — perhaps in her seventies or so. She had completely white curly hair, and was resting her other hand on her back — her spine clearly very hunched.
She was shaking, as she stood near the three small steps that were in front of the main hospital entrance — she seemed to be hesitating to go down them. Milo saw how other people, young men and women alike, passed by her to go in or out of the hospital. Yet, no one seemed to pay any mind to her.
"Ma'am, let me help you down," he said, grabbing her firmly by the left hand.
"Oh, thank you, sonny!" the elderly woman smiled at him.
"It's no problem," Milo replied, as he guided her down the steps.
***
"...Now, for some me time. I guess I should go to the CD store next. They're always promoting new underground artist albums. Of course, I'm not buying anything. Just gonna memorize the names of any cool new obscure bands I like for later!" Milo stretched his arms out.
Out of nowhere, he felt a cold sensation on the back of his neck.
"Whoa!" he yelled, immediately putting his hand on his neck and turning around. Looking at the small field of bushes and trees far of the hospital yard, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"...That was strange...Felt like somebody was glaring right at me...Guess it was nothing..." he said, before continuing on his way.
...
"...Heehee!~ Almost got caught there. He's sharper than I thought..." a female voice said.
***
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
"~You're beautiful, and that's for sure~
~You'll never ever fade..."
A female voice could be heard in the room, singing those words and leaking through the headphones. Pela lay in her bed in a plain t-shirt and her pajama pants, wearing the headphones Milo had lent to her. She listened to the current track with her hands on her stomach, as she looked at the ceiling.
Picking up the walkman that was next to her head, she read the screen.
"[Bird] by Kelly Fuentes...It's a good song..." Pela said.
Seeing the walkman in her hands — she couldn't help but to drop the arm holding the device, covering her eyes with the other.
"...I forgot to return him his walkman..."
Turning her head to the right, she looked at the soft purple octopus plushie she was gifted sometime before. Its eyes droopy as ever, Pela grabbed it with her free hand and hugged it.
She couldn't stop thinking about the conversation she shared with Milo in the morning.
"...What should I do, Mother? I can't decide at all..." she talked to herself. After a few minutes of silence, Pela got up from her bed.
Almost as if something had happened, she hurried to pick up her flip phone from her desk.
Going to her messages, she checked to see if there were any new notifications. None.
Grabbing her phone and lying back down, she turned to rest on her side, still wearing the headphones and listening to Milo's playlist, with the octopus in her arms...
***
"Hey, who are these guys? They're really good!" Milo said, holding both sides of the headphones with his hands, as he listened to a certain group.
"[Unison X] by Wednesday Grace? What a strange band name, haha!" he laughed to himself. After listening to a couple songs on the album, Milo put the store headphones back in their place.
"Man, their songs are super emo!" he kept talking to himself.
"You don't know Wednesday Grace? They're a huge alt rock band. Their new album, [Unison X], released, like, four months ago," suddenly, Milo heard a girl's voice behind him.
"Huh?"
When he turned around, he saw a girl standing right behind him.
"It's been selling like hotcakes, too. Critics and the public alike are both absolutely in love with the album!" she continued.
"Whoa!" Milo jumped back a little.
She was about the same height as him. A metal ring in her nose, a piercing on her lower left lip, triple piercings on both her ears, a beanie on her head, some orange bangs of her hair sticking out below the beanie, and a bun poking out from the back of the hat.
She wore a navy-blue colored t-shirt over some white long sleeves, coupled with some flared dark grey jeans and black sneakers. From her left shoulder hung a black tote bag of some sorts.
Whoa, is she a skater or something?...She's really cute- Ahem! Dude. C'mon. You already have...Nope, nope, don't think about stuff like that with that person...
"Do you always talk to yourself so loudly in public spaces like that? People are trying to listen to music, you know?" her arms crossed, she asked him in a joking tone.
"U-uh, no no! I'm sorry if I disturbed you!" he apologized.
"Hehe, relax — I'm just joking with you," she smiled at him.
Milo noticed the strange color of her eyes.
"Your eyes are red!" he said without thinking.
"I know. Ever heard of contacts?" she said to him, taking off her contacts — to reveal a plain pair of black eyes.
"Whoa!"
"Haha, were you born yesterday or something, dude?" she laughed heartily.
"...Huh? Oh, no. Sorry, I just don't really know any emo kids, so it's my first time talking with one. I've never seen bright orange hair like yours before. That's awesome," Milo said.
"We're not some animals, y'know...But thanks! I'm Bonnie. What's your name?" she asked.
"Milo," he said back.
"Nice to meet you, Milo!" Bonnie smiled at him, extending a loose fist at Milo.
"Likewise, Bonnie," he answered, giving her a fist-bump.
Uhh, I wonder what she wants from me...But, she seems friendly! he thought.
"Oh, I, uhh...I actually wanted to give you something," Bonnie said.
"Give me something?" Milo asked, as he saw Bonnie reach into her tote bag for something. In the next moment, she took out a square CD case, with some sort of art on the front.
"Here. I'm actually part of a small underground band called 'Monstrr'! This is our debut album. It's called [Kan]. Pretty cool, huh?" she said.
The cover of the CD case was this art that had a blood-red background, with a black silhouette of a girl holding a guitar in front of a microphone. There were two other male silhouettes — one holding another guitar, and the other in front of a drumset. The title [Kan] was written in a large jagged white font.
"You seem like you have good taste in music,— she said, pointing to the album [X Unison] behind Milo, — I think you'd like our stuff."
Milo felt weird. In his eyes, a really stylish and cool girl had just spoken to him first. But then...
...Oh, she just approached me to promote her music, didn't she... he thought.
"Well, give it a listen! I'd really appreciate it, Milo!" she smiled at him.
"...U-uh, yeah, yeah! Definitely. I'll give it a listen..." he said, still looking at the CD he was holding.
"Aanyway, I...Kinda gotta give away more of these, — she said, shaking her tote bag at him, — It was cool talking to you, Milo! Bye," she said as she turned around and approached another young man in the store.
"...Right, bye..." he said quietly, as he looked at her trying to give her album to him.
"...Fuck off! I don't want to listen to your shitty music!" Milo barely overheard the teenage boy say to Bonnie, before walking off. Bonnie suddenly turned around to look at Milo.
Oh! She's looking at me.
The girl simply shrugged at him, smiling awkwardly. Afterwards, she got back to approaching the next person.
...I wonder why her band can't have this store sell their CDs...Is it alright for her to be doing this at a store, of all places? Don't artists that self-promote their music like this get kicked out by the employees?... Milo thought to himself.
"...Well, I guess I should check out her album. It's not like I have any money to buy [Unison X] for myself, anyway..." he sighed, as he looked at the price tag on the album's price.
[500 bon]
Aww, man...It's only the price of ten coffees, yet I don't even have pocket change like that...
***
Eventually, he exited the store.
And so, like that — a week had passed. Milo's injuries from the gang fight incident had almost completely healed up, and he still didn't understand how. Despite not taking any calcium like the doctor had advised him to, he was already practically good as new...
It was Saturday. Milo had been roaming around like usual, and the sun had already begun to set. The memories of that last month still felt ephemeral to him. Nonetheless, the boy told himself that it was all over...Soon, maybe — but over nonetheless.
As the boy continued walking around the commercial district, he couldn't help but notice all the couples around him. Teen couples. Young adult pairs ranging from nineteen years old to their early twenties, by their looks. Adult couples in their thirties and forties.
Milo saw a particular couple — it was an elderly man and woman, sitting on a bench, staring at the sunset in the horizon, as well as the sea that glistened from the warm orange rays.
The elderly man had put his arm around his wife's shoulder, as she leaned into him. The two seemed to be the most peaceful people the planet at that moment, smiling calmly — with neither of them saying a word to the other.
Milo, seeing them, had taken his phone out without even thinking about it. When he looked at it, he had opened his messages app.
"..." not uttering a word, he started writing something on his phone. After he was done, he remembered about his mother.
I guess it's gotten pretty late, I should head on home... he thought, as he began making his way out of downtown.
***
As Milo got closer and closer to his house, he couldn't help but feel that same strange chilling sensation he briefly noticed when he exited the hospital earlier that day. It was almost as if a pair of keen eyes were on him.
Without knowing, he had hastened his steps.
Suddenly, as he arrived at the street he and Pela split off from when they first met — Milo saw what looked to be a teenage girl, cornered up against a wall by a masked man.
...God, why is this town so full of douchebags. As soon as it turns dark, something seems to happen somewhere. That's two million people for you...
Milo began getting closer to them. Strangely, the closer he seemed to get to those two, the stronger that same cold sensation got.
"Don't make me repeat myself! Give me everything valuable you have on you!" the masked man commanded to the girl he was in front of, holding a large black bag in his left hand. With his right hand against the wall and next to the girl's face, she had no way of escaping.
"Somebody help me!" she screamed. Almost like it was some twisted coincidence, nobody else but Milo seemed to be near the two.
The girl was abnormally tall, but quite skinny. Almost lanky. She had dark-green straight hair parted to the side by a small hair clip, its length almost reaching to her shoulders.
What confused Milo was the fact that she was wearing her school uniform. It was a weekend, after all.
Doesn't matter, he thought. Something more important was happening at that moment.
When he was at a distance about twenty steps away from them, Milo stopped.
"Don't yell at him to let her go or some dumb movie stuff like that...Phew, deep breaths, you can do this..." he said to himself under his breath.
"...And don't forget — I'd suggest you stay away from trouble. You're still not done recovering."
Milo remembered what the doctor said to him.
You know what?...Screw it! the boy thought, as he began running full-speed at the masked man.
"Stop screaming, or else I'm gonna- huh?" right as Milo was about to tackle him, the masked man noticed him.
The two fell to the ground together as Milo hugged the robber's waistline.
"...What the?! Get off of me, you brat!" the robber began punching Milo in the right temple repeatedly.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Get away!" Milo ignored the man, talking to the girl.
She stood still, seemingly shocked in the heat of the moment.
"...Oh, that's it! I really need the money right now! You're pissing me off, kid!" the robber shouted, as he suddenly got a knife out of his pocket.
Shit, another knife user?! What is wrong with this city?! Milo thought.
Just as he was about to let go of the robber's waist and get up, the robber strongly grabbed Milo by one of his wrists — and wound up his other armed hand for an attack.
"...H-h-help!" panicked, Milo desperately shouted at the last second.
Yet, just as he saw how the knife was about to go into his side — the blade was swiftly flung away from the robber's hand by something, creating a loud clinking sound as it fell to the ground somewhere.
"...Huh?" the masked man looked at his formerly armed hand — only to see a massive gash going across his palm, one that almost seemed to almost split his hand down the middle. Blood started spilling rapidly, as he let out a terrible scream from the pain.
Having closed his eyes right as he was about to get stabbed, Milo slowly opened them, to see that the man had been gravely injured.
"It hurts so much! Somebody help!" he yelled in agony, spraying red all over Milo's face as he shook his hand around.
"...Sheesh. And to think you had the audacity to try and stab Milo. Look at you — you're crying from this little cut?" Milo heard a girl's voice behind him.
Quickly getting off of the masked man and turning around to sit on his butt — Milo saw the same tall girl, whom he tried to save, with a mischievous smile on her face.
Her right arm looked different. Where there was a cotton white sleeve covering her entire arm just a second ago — there was now a long, slender, almost metallic-looking limb. It was shining along its serrated edges, with blood splattered all over it. The limb almost looked like some sort of insect's claw, only much larger. It had completely shredded through her shirt's sleeve.
"Hiii~, Milo..." she smiled and waved at the boy, who was sitting on the asphalt in front of her, wiggling her still-human left hand's fingers.
Milo couldn't say anything as he stared at her from below, his whole body shaking. The girl crouched down in front of him, hugging her knees with her left arm. Even crouching, she was still quite a bit taller than the reclined Milo.
"You're actually even cuter up-close ?" she said, smiling at him.
Suddenly, the girl started licking the blood of the robber off her transformed blade-like hand, still keeping eye contact with Milo without looking away even for a second.
The robber's screams still continued.
"Hold on, cutie ? — she said to Milo, still wearing that mischievous smile on her blood-stained face, — I have to take out the trash first," she continued as she got up, with a much harsher tone.
"Can you shut up already?! Don't ruin this precious moment!" she yelled at the robber, before kicking him square in the chin. In an instant, the robber was knocked out.
"I swear... — she sighed, massaging her eyebrows with her left hand, — Human trash is already bad enough on its own, but human trash that doesn't know it's trash, is just unforgivable...Wouldn't you agree, Miloo?~" she said, as she crouched back down in front of the boy.
Milo recalled the words Pela said to him when he was in her house.
"...Throughout the world, there exists a small population of people like me, who are born with very strange bodies and abilities."
"...We aren't fully human. Each and every one of us possesses traits of some kind of animal. And we can do things normal people can't."
"...We're called demi-humans."
He tried his best to calm down, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes for a couple seconds.
"...Heehee~ You don't have to be scared! Though...That's cute too, in its own way ?" the girl giggled in a sweet voice.
The boy had many thoughts racing through his head at that moment.
Is she also not human?
So there were others out there!
Is she like Pela?
No!
Pela wasn't this scary!
Pela was nice!
How can this girl laugh so innocently when she has blood all over her?
Is she gonna slice me up too!?
...No!
Calm down!
"...Who are you? and How do you know my name?" Milo asked her, trying to look as collected as he could.
"...O-oh! Gosh, you're right! Heehee! Silly me~ This is our first time we're meeting, so of course you don't know who I am!...Though I do know quite a lot about you~" she giggled again.
Milo stayed silent, waiting for her response. It was the first time the boy had ever encountered someone like her. Someone that could act completely normal — joyful, even — despite having committed terrible violence just seconds prior.
Milo had seen his fair share of physical conflict. It wasn't the sight of blood that intimidated him, nor was it the pained screaming of another man.
Something about this girl is completely off, he thought.
Pela wasn't human either, but Milo didn't feel this way with her. A normal girl. Even if she could be a little scary sometimes, Pela could give him a smile once in a while.
She was different. That same strange air that Pela had about her, this girl had too. Yet, this one was off. Yet, what an innocent giggle she had. What a cute, normal smile she could give to the boy. Milo felt a sickly sweetness coming off her.
"My name is Brianne...But you, Miley- Can I call you Miley, by the way?...You can call me Brie~" she said.
Brie was her name. What did she want with Milo?
Pela!...I'm sorry! Please help, Pela!
***
Pela was woken up by a vibration from her phone. She had fallen asleep while listening to music. Not even thinking, the girl grabbed her phone and checked her notifications.
[You Have 1 New Message]
[From: Milo]
Her eyes widened.
[Milo: Hey, Pela! It's me, Milo!—
She somehow read that message in his usual cheerful voice, smiling faintly.
—I know that, maybe my words won't sound very convincing to you right now. I did flinch when you transformed into your true form. I can't lie. So, I know what I say next won't sound very genuine. But, still, I have to get it off my chest. I want to be friends with you, Pela. Even if you're half-human half-octopus. That doesn't matter. I still haven't kicked your butt at the arcade yet! One day I'll get a 999 score on the punching bag!—
Pela smiled again, her sight getting blurry for some reason.
—Even if you're a scylla or a demi-human or whatever, you're still just a regular girl! You're someone I have a ton of fun hanging out with! I know this might sound repetitive, me saying that I want to be your friend and whatnot...But, I just hope you find it in your heart to trust in me, Pela. I won't be scared of you anymore, and I won't run away. Because I know that you wouldn't hurt me for no reason. Please text back soon.]
Pela rubbed her hands over her eyes for a moment. Looking at her octopus plushie, she smiled again.
Suddenly.
...Milo? Why do I feel so uneasy all of a sudden?... Pela thought to herself.
***
"...Uh-oh. Seems like someone's being naughty. Hmm...A signature from around...The east part of the city? Not octo-girl, it seems..." Vanderman said to himself, lighting a cigarette in a trail somewhere.
[Chapter END]