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Yuri and Miu's hands remained firmly clasped together as they headed further and further through the fog. Something was off about their trek back to the shop. Miu could've sworn that she remembered the exact route to return, yet the moment their path became obscured, the earthen road beneath their feet seemed to veer off its intended course. Miu waved her hand, trying to disperse the fog, only to see it whip around her like tendrils before settling back into the undefined mass. "Is she keeping us from leaving?" Yuri asked suddenly. "No," Miu said almost instinctually. "This...doesn't feel like something is trying to control either of us. It feels like a guide." That wasn't just a quick lie to keep the two of them from submitting to fear. Miu, and she assumed also Yuri, could sense when a particular aura around an area was malevolent. Even as they fell under the thrall of their manipulations, there was that "off" quality that always planted the seed of doubt. In contrast

They were dead. That was the only thought that kept running through Oka Ruto's brain over the past few weeks. In that time, members of the female student body suddenly began to go missing. It began with just the students no one paid much attention to, or at least they weren't from the classes that Oka attended. Only the whispered gossiping through the halls ever clued her in that this was happening at all. Then one of the girls returned. Once again, Oka only heard the news through the halls as certain words began sparking her curiosity. The girl, Raibaru, had seeming undergone a drastic transformation over the time she had disappeared, described as lacking any light in her eyes and shuffling down the halls like a corpse. At this, the Occult Club president naturally assumed she had come under the influence of a spirit or maybe even was the victim of demonic possession. Whatever it was, she was only able to catch a glimpse of her before she stabbed herself right outside the school.

A young woman with long hair wearing black shades dressed in an equally black dress sat idly by on the sole chair in the rundown complex, tapping her contrasting white cane idly on the floor. The last time she felt the hands of the nearby clock, an hour had gone by. So it was an hour now she had spent waiting for her partner to return from his patrol to help her fix up their lair. Barb was still rather proud of herself for having managed to convince a man as stubborn as him to finally take her offer. Sure, the lair wasn't exactly what a person with sight would probably consider presentable, but her lack of sight meant she could prioritize its function without issue. For two flying shapeshifters who fought crime, an open building with a skylight was the ideal place for a base of operations. However, now she was beginning to suspect that he might've skipped out on what was supposed to have been the shared responsibility of organizing the hand-me-down furniture they had brought in.