C77 Practice makes perfect


In her mind's eye, those same zombies attacked and she countered. For every mistake, Yuya would repeat the entire scene again and again until she felled every zombie without a hitch.

She wasn't great, but she was good. Good enough to beat the crap out of mobs of running cadavers.

In the end, Yuya surmised, the problem was not her, it was him.

He, that mysterious man with monstrous power over there, idly lounging like a shepherd waiting for his flock.

Yuya stopped in front of him and watched as beautiful ruby eyes slowly opened with cool expectation.

"Fix me."