"If you were to spend eternity with someone, who would be?"

"Eternity? That's a cruel fate Suguru," Enoki sighed, his fingers swiftly gliding against the paper of the book he was reading, the warm summer breeze blowing through his brown hair, sitting next to Geto on the balcony of a nice Paris apartment, the Eiffel Tower in the distance of the beautiful skyline as planes flew above them.

"It could be, but if you could choose anyone, anyone at all, who would it be?"

"What would make you think I would be cruel enough to sentence somebody else's fate to be stuck with me?"

"Oh please, you're not that bad to be stuck with, I managed to live with it," Geto said, placing down his cup of tea onto the table between the two friends, flipping the thin pages of the book he was reading. "There must be somebody, right?"

"Don't sound so judgmental, it's not like you have anyone," Enoki scoffed.

"I've got a few people to choose from, but I asked the question first, do you have anyone?"

"…nah."

"I'm sure you'll find somebody, you always do."

——————

Hospitals, schools, prisons, mental asylums, they were all utterly disgusting, curses of all different shapes and sizes lurked around every corner, latching onto the patients and sucking them dry of their sanity and lifespan. It was a cruel cycle, but it was one that worked, non-sorcerers would breed off curses, and then the curse would kill the non-sorcerers, the only problem would come when the curses grew too powerful, killing the sorcerers who came to exorcise it.

"Haibara…" Enoki reminisced, his footsteps echoing through the blindingly white hallway. Enoki completely understood why Geto didn't want to enter the asylum, every footstep he took a new curse would poke its ugly head out. He knew Geto would see it as a chance to make himself stronger, and as much as he hated winter missions, Enoki wasn't going to force Geto to eat all these curses. Having been told how horrible they taste.

"Who are you?" Why are you here?" Enoki turned around slowly, his green gems staring blankly at the man behind him. 'Foley' was the name on his badge, his grey hair and beard would usually be an indication of age, but it seemed more likely the hair colour was a result of stress, the horrid curse wrapped around Foley's back seeming to be the cause. Enoki watched in disgust as the curse's multiple hands groped the air.

"Ğṟǒpẽ!¡! Ġřœpę¡¡! Ğřöpë¡!¡"

"I'm here for Miss Tilly," Enoki replied bluntly.

"Are you her… driver?"

"What do you think?"

"Of course, right this way sir," Foley said, walking in front of Enoki. "I must say, I'm a bit confused, I thought the agreed plan was that she'd be here for another hour?"

"The plan was changed."

"Weird, usually we get called ahead of time even with the plan changes."

"They thought it'd be easier to just send someone to get her instead."

"I- ummm… right?" Foley said, looking over his shoulder at Enoki, who kept his eyes on the ground, uninterested in the conversation.

Slowly the two entered the main lobby of the asylum, a mixture of both female and male nurses walking around, waving at Foley, Enoki's eyes locked with the curse, watching as the multiple arms stretched out, the hands of the curse trying to grope the female nurses. "Filthy!!!" Enoki hissed to himself, keeping himself restrained as he reached forward, grabbing onto the curse's head, forcefully pulling it off Foley's back, the doctor seemingly noticing the weight of the curse taken off his shoulders, turning around to look at Enoki who held the curse around its neck, Foley not able to see the curse.

"I… did you…?"

"Keep moving, I don't have all day," Enoki snarled, squishing the curse in his hand, purple blood spraying across the white walls, going unnoticed by the rest of the staff.

More than weirded out, Foley continued walking, taking a few sharp turns as they walked past the common room for most of the patients, Enoki examining the curses that latched onto the patients, with only one patient lacking a curse attached to her. A woman, most likely in her early 30's pushed herself around in a wheelchair, despite lacking a curse, it seemed the others in the room couldn't take their eyes off her.

"Interesting…"

Taking the small note Enoki continued, following Foley up to a door where he stopped. "She's in here, she just finished talking with one of our patients."

"I didn't ask to be told something I already knew," Enoki sighed, barging past Foley, opening the door without hesitation.

"Miss Tilly, your driver is he-!" Enoki slammed the door behind him, cutting off Foley.

There she was, Jennifer Tilly, Tiffany Valentine to her closest acquaintances. Wearing a nice red coat and skirt, her dyed blond hair tied into a nice bun on the back of her head. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Miss Valentine!"

Enoki watched as the colour vanished from Tiffany's face, awkwardly tapping her fingers against the red leather purse she held in her hand. "W…what can I do for you?" She stammered, swallowing as she tried to keep her composure.

"Is there anything in this damned hospital to drink? Water, tea, coffee?" Enoki asked, sitting down comfortably in the seat across from Tiffany.

Tiffany nervously shook her head, opening up her purse and pulling out a plastic water bottle. "I… I brought my own," Tiffany said, taking a sip from the bottle.

Her voice was nice, raspy yet soothing. Enoki slouched slightly, resting his head on his hand. "Am I making you nervous, Miss Valentine? I apologise if that's so."

Tiffany choked on her water, awkwardly coughing as she swallowed the water left in her mouth, putting the bottle away. "No, you're fine, I'm just… wondering what exactly I can do for you!" Tiffany chuckled. "But, you wouldn't happen to be with the police would you?"

Enoki laughed. "No, no, I don't associate myself with those people."

Trying not to make it obvious, Tiffany let out a small sigh of relief. "Well if that's the case, what can I do for Mr…"

"Kagetora Enoki."

"Mr Enoki?"

"I have an offer I think you'd be interested in," Enoki said.

"Oh? And what would the details of this offer be?" Tiffany asked.

"You can see them right? The curses?"

Tiffany went quiet.

"You can, can't you, those disgusting creatures that latch onto the patients and staff, and yet they never seem to go anywhere near you, just stare down at you?" Enoki asked, it was clear as day she knew, her face had lost most of its colour, her hand wrapped tightly around the purse that rested on her lap.

"You can see them?" Tiffany asked, Enoki nodding. "I… I was always so confused why… why nobody else saw them, I first began seeing them around the time my children were born, I didn't notice it much, I saw them so rarely I just thought they were my imagination or oversized flies, but then when my children started school, those things were everywhere, attached to every second parent and their child, crawling all over the exterior of the school, I was relieved when my children didn't come home with those 'curses' attached to them, but by the third day, those disgusting fucks were… they were trying to grab onto my sweet babies." Tiffany's voice cracked, sniffling as she reached down her coat, pulling out a handkerchief as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "By the end of the week I had them removed and started homeschooling them, I wasn't going to risk anything."

The worries of a mother were all too common to Enoki, the only difference now was the shoes he were in. Previously he was a teenager watching mothers in distress beg and plead him for help, even then his heartstrings couldn't be pulled on, after all Enoki's relationship with his own mother was less than stellar. Perhaps it may have been from raising Nanako and Mimiko, but Enoki for the first time since leaving Jujutsu high, let his emotions get the better of him, hearing Tiffany's sniffles Enoki grabbed the tissue box off the small table, holding it in front of Tiffany. "I'd hate for you to have to wipe away any shot with that handkerchief and then spend the rest of the day carrying it around."

Smiling, Tiffany took a handful of tissues, blowing her nose and wiping it. "I… I'm sorry, I can't believe I just told somebody I just met such a personal story," Tiffany giggled, keeping eye contact with Enoki. "But I have the slightest feeling you already know most of my life story don't you?"

"The important bits, but I have to say, soul manipulation, that's very impressive Miss Valentine," Enoki praised whilst nodding.

"Please, no need for the formal stuff, Tiffany will work fine sweetface," Tiffany said, waving her hand. "But less on that topic, please continue telling me about the offer!"

"Of course! I've heard you're an expert in killing and disposing of bodies, how would you like to join our family of sorts?" Enoki asked.

"Who's 'our'?" Tiffany asked.

"A friend of mine, I wouldn't personally refer to it as a family but he'd rather have it as a familial bond than a work one."

"And… why exactly does your family need my 'expertise'?"

"I'm a Jujutsu sorcerer, 9 years ago I became… disillusioned with the ideals that built the foundation of the current age of sorcerers, 'survival of the weakest', after standing by and watching my peers die again and again, my friend pointed out to me that curses are similar to weeds, killing them will only pause the problem, eventually it'll resume, the only way to stop it, is to kill the root, in this case, non-sorcerers," Enoki explained.

"And, how exactly is it that the non-sorcerers are the ones to blame? Wouldn't it make more sense for it to be the sorcerers?" Tiffany asked.

"No, curses are formed from cursed energy, negative emotions, sorcerers are able to manipulate cursed energy to their advantage, divergent fist, soul manipulation, black flash, some unlock cursed techniques, due to that, sorcerers leak near to 0 cursed energy," Enoki explained, rolling up his sleeve, showing Tiffany the cursed energy that radiated around his arm. "The tiny amount they do leak, goes into forming their curse spirit vessel after death if they aren't killed by a cursed technique and die with regrets. Non-sorcerers are unaware of the cursed energy they produce, so when the build up a high amount, it leaks, forming curses, and eventually, one way or another, the curses will eventually kill sorcerers, in order to protect the ones who are the reason curses exist in the first place," Enoki finished, rolling his sleeve back down, leaning forward.

"So you're asking me to join your family, and help you go around and kill non-sorcerers, which presumably has the higher population correct?"

Enoki nodded. "For the moment."

"And are there any expectations?"

"Killing sorcerers is off the table, even those who oppose us, and apart from that there really isn't anything, you'll have a place to stay, at least 3 meals a day."

"So, if I happen to refuse you'll-"

"If you refuse that's your choice, I won't force you into joining, if you wish to go on as your life is right now, please do," Enoki said.

Tiffany gave it a small moment of thought, smiling. "Oh well of course I'll come along! Killing almost anybody I want, that sounds delightful!" Tiffany giggled, standing up from her chair, excitedly kicking her feet and jumping, her heels clicking against the white floor.

"Glad to hear!" Enoki smiled, standing up as he stretched his arms. "Lord, these chairs are awful."

"I know right! Trying spending an hour in one," Tiffany sighed, slipping her purse into her coat.

"Oh that reminds me, what were you doing here beforehand?" Enoki asked.

"Mhm? Oh I was helping my… husband out with a small errand of his," Tiffany said, groaning at the mention of her husband.

"Husband? Oh, the good guy doll right?" Enoki asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes as he slipped one into his mouth, lighting it with a small metal lighter, which he passed to Tiffany. "This is yours by the way."

"That's the one," Tiffany sighed, taking the lighter from Enoki, looking down at the name carved into the metal, 'Bailey'. Squealing in delight, Tiffany pocketed the lighter, blowing a kiss to Enoki.

"What was the errand you were helping him with?" Enoki asked, taking a drag of his cigarette, letting out a grey cloud of smoke.

"Delivering him off to this asylum, said he had some unfinished business with the 'Pierce' family, y'know the youngest Alice came to live with me… until," Tiffany went quiet, Enoki looking over his shoulder.

"He killed her didn't he?"

"Chucky took over her body, it didn't last long though, Alice's poor soul began to fight back, Chucky transferred his soul back into the doll, and dealt with Alice," Tiffany said, choking up, trying to stop the tears from flowing. Alice's death was also on her shoulders.

"Was she…"

"When Charles transfers his soul into another body, the body becomes aware of it's cursed energy, assumedly they don't leak cursed energy, after all I only began seeing curses after body swapping into Jennifer's body," Tiffany explained.

"I'm sorry," Enoki apologised.

"I'm as guilty as Charles, I don't deserve any sympathy," Tiffany croaked, her throat clogged with tears.

"You look like you could use one of these though," Enoki said, holding a cigarette out.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," Tiffany huffed, taking the cigarette, lighting it as she took a long drag, a large cloud of smoke enveloping her head as she sighed in relief.

"So, we ready to go?" Enoki asked, dropping his nearly finished cigarette, stepping on it.

"Of course, but my driver might be a nuisance once we get out," Tiffany said, following Enok as they walked up to the door.

"No need to worry, I already killed him!"

"Oh! Wonderful forward planning!"

Enoki opened the door, the two stepping through the door as Foley paced the hallway, freezing as he saw them. "Oh Miss Tilly, I was waiting for… I umm not to be rude, but if you could refrain from smoking inside the asylum," Foley stammered.

"Don't go around telling us what to do, monkey," Enoki shot back, Foley taken aback.

"Huh?"

Enoki clapped his hands together, holding them up to the same level as Foley's stomach. "Piercing Blood."

A blood stream erupted from between Enoki's hand, shooting directly into Foley's stomach at an impressive speed. The doctor screamed in pain as Enoki flung the beam to the other side of the room, Foley roughly flung against the wall, his blood smearing against the white wall as he collided roughly onto the ground.

"Impressive! What is that?" Tiffany asked.

"My technique," Enoki said, stepping towards Foley who desperately crawled away, sweat and tears dripping from his face. "There isn't anywhere to go, the veil won't let you leave," Enoki taunted, waving his finger down at his blood from the previous attack wrapped around Foley's leg, igniting into a large flame as Foley screamed in pain, sweating profusely from the flames, Tiffany watching in awe as she let out another cloud of smoke. "Let's play a game!" Enoki smirked, blowing as the flame went out, Foley's leg completely charred and burnt, smoke rising from it. "I'm going to kill everyone in this building, if you manage to get outside of the asylum before I kill everybody, I'll let you live, got it?"

Gasping and groaning, Foley crawled forward, screaming in pain, his burnt limb only acting as dead and painful weight. And yet he pushed through the pain, crawling away in desperation, not a single thought of his patients he was leaving behind for the slaughter. "Filthy," Enoki hissed, watching the blood trail that Foley left behind him.

"Alright then," Enoki said, stretching as he rubbed his shoulder, cracking his knuckles. "You want in Tiffany?"

"I think I'll just spectate for the time being, sweetface," Tiffany smiled.

Turning around, Tiffany and Enoki made their way into the common room. Immediately most of the patients and staff turned their heads to look at them, surprise spread across their faces. All except for one, Nica slowly wheeled back in her wheelchair, a look of displeasure upon seeing Tiffany.

"Jennifer Tilly?" One of the male patients asked, stepping back as he looked at Nica. "Is this who you were visiting?"

Nice stammered, her hands gripping tightly around the rims of her wheels.

"You! Come here," Enoki said, beckoning the male patient towards him. Falling into his trap as he began to approach Enoki. Smiling Enoki raised his hand, another blood stream erupted from his hand, flying to the roof as the stream began circling into itself, forming into an orb similar to Gojo's red. Once it got big enough, the blood stream stopped, Enoki waving his hand down as the blood orb formed into a pillar, squashing the patient, his blood spewing and splattering all over the pristine white walls. A small droplet of blood splattering onto Enoki's face, Enoki wiping the blood from his face. "You will obey, monkeys."

The reaction of the other patients were delayed, blood spattering on the other patients, the once white heavenly aura bought by the asylum, ruined by the crimson blood stains. Cries of anguish and banshee screams erupted from the nurses, panic filling the room. "Their screams are my favourite," Tiffany laughed, holding the cigarette between her fingers.

"Then you're in for a treat," Enoki said, raising his hand up and closing it, the blood pillar forming into the orb again as he opened his hand again. "Flowing Red Scale," The hovering orb was sent flying over to a nurse as it exploded into different streams, wrapping tightly around the woman. "Crimson Binding!"

As the nurse cringed in pain, the blood ignited in flames, the nurse consumed in the grasp of the red flames, her screams filling the room along with the others, the flaming body running around the room, spreading the bright red flames throughout the room, Tiffany taking a seat on a nearby table, watching in pure and utter glee.

As smoke began filling the room Nica threw herself off her wheelchair, staying on the floor as flaming bodies tumbled over her, keeping in her screams of fear and pain as she tried moving away, her paralysed legs limp behind her as she looked at the fellow patients she once knew, burning to a crisp, smoking and ashes filling the air, as Nica began coughing, trying her best to stay conscious, as slowly everything became black.

—

It had been a massacre, the room reeked of smoke, corpses burned and mutilated spread along the floor, blood splatters all over the white walls. Tiffany kicked her feet in the air, slowly coming off her high as she got herself off the table, looking down at her red coat and skirt, stained by the ash and smoke. "Aweeeee," Tiffany sighed, trying to brush the grey smog from her coat.

"What in the actual fuck is happening in here?" There he was, the orange bob cut hair good guy doll walked into the smoky room. Coughing the moment he walked in, holding a sharp kitchen knife in his left hand.

"Oh… Chucky, how nice of you to join us," Tiffany sighed.

"Did… you do all this? Impressive stuff Tiff," Chucky laughed, looking around at the multiple bodies around the room.

"I wish, but no, I'm not going to take credit for something I didn't do," Tiffany said, a certain tone of disgust in her voice, not making eye contact with the doll.

"Really? Well then who cooked this up, I want to shake his hand," Chucky smuggly replied.

Tiffany looked at Chucky from the corner of her eye, flicking the burnt cigarette from between her fingers onto the doll's plastic forehead. "Oh? And what's your problem now?" Chucky groaned.

"Nothing, I just wanted to give you some news, I've been giving an offer to join this family of sorcerers, and I just wanted to let you know that I won't be able to help out any longer," Tiffany said. "Unless of course you want to come along?" She added one, already knowing his response before he said it. Chucky had his head too far up his ass to work for or under anybody else.

" 'Sorcerers', what kind of bullshit is that?" Chucky scoffed.

"Oh well, looks like somebody will be missing out on all the fun, see you never Charles," Tiffany said.

"Hey! Hold on a minute!" Chucky snapped back. "You aren't being serious are you, sorcerers?"

Tiffany smirked. "As serious as can be dollface," she taunted, squatting down to Chucky's level. "But the offer's still up, I'm sure he wouldn't mind accommodating for a doll."

"Ohhh… I get it now, 'he'? Chucky scoffed, raising his eyebrows.

"I have no idea what you're implying," Tiffany teased, it was poking a bear with a stick, instead it was a much bigger human poking holes of pride into an egotistical doll holding a knife.

"You're not leaving Tiff. You know as well as I do, every time you try and run away, you always come back, tail between your legs, what makes you think this time will be any different."

Tiffany rolled eyes. "I'm my own person Charles, I'm not some jewel who reflects your pride."

"And what're the kids gonna think when mommy tells them she abandoned daddy?" Chucky grinned.

"I'm sure I'll find a fine replacement for you," Tiffany snarled. "As a paternal figure for the kids, and somebody who can entertain far better than you ever could've~"

"What kind of offer did this dick offer you?" Chucky asked.

"Everything you couldn't."

Chucky groaned. "Fuck off with your 'Bound' references you stupid bitc-"

"Am I interrupting something?" Chucky was cut off as Enoki stepped down onto his head, squishing his body down the middle dividing the doll into two halves, blood leaking all over the floor.

"No, perfect timing actually," Tiffany stepped, standing up and stepping away from the blood.

Enoki stepped off the messy corpse of Chucky, looking down at the plastic-y intestines and organs in the unusually sized pool of blood for a doll. "Is this how they used to build dolls in the 80's?"

"When soul jumping into the doll's body, it slowly becomes… anatomically correct," Tiffany explained.

"Disgusting," Enoki chuckled, wiping the chunks of the dolls inside onto the white floor.

"Yes, it's not the prettiest, I'd… I'd know," Tiffany said, awkwardly looking down.

"Huh?"

"Nothing! C'mon on, let's go find Foley," Tiffany smiled, skipping towards the hallway.

"Hold on, hold on," Enoki said, walking over to Nica who started crawling away again, coughing the smoke out of her lungs. Digging her fingers into the floor as Enoki walked up behind her, stepping down on her ankle, feeling her bone crunch, breaking her ankle, and yet she gave no reaction, unfazed by the pain of multiple bones shattering. "So the wheelchair wasn't for show?"

Nica jumped, looking over her shoulder as Enoki walked up to head, squatting down to her level as he made eye contact with her. "W… why?" She stammered.

"They were monkeys, they served no purpose," Enoki sighed, resting his head in his hands.

"So? You're going to kill me now?" Nica asked.

"No… you're special, but you're also in a vulnerable state," Enoki said, standing up as he kicked her, Nica yelping in pain as she rolled over onto her back. "I'd find a way to get out of the asylum and get help, otherwise those curses are going to eat you whole."

"Those what?" Nica winced.

"Don't play dumb," Enoki chuckled. "You know what I'm talking about," he smirked. "I'd hurry if I was you, after all, you're the only one left," Enoki smirked, turning around.

"Hey… where are you going?" Nica yelled, extending her hand.

"C'mon Tiffany, we're done here," Enoki said, waving for Tiffany to follow him as Nica's screams filled the empty room behind them, the curses that hadn't been exorcised in the flames began to crawl around the corners, slowly moving closer to Nica.

—

Outside the asylum the veil was slowly lifted, Foley wincing in pain as he rolled down the stairs, landing on the soft snow, his blood bleaching the white snow, his skin pale, his energy lowering. At the same time, Tiffany and Enoki walked out of the front entrance of the asylum. "Wow, he actually made it out," Enoki said, surprised.

Hearing those words, Foley genuinely began to believe he would survive, only snapping back to reality once he realised he had crawled right into the open mouth of a curse, the sharp toothed curse snapped down like a Venus flytrap, Foley's body snapping into two. The curse slowly being sucked up, forming into a black orb as Geto held the orb in his hand.

Suguru Geto!

Grade: Special Grade

Suguru Geto's technique allows him the ability to tame and absorb curses rather then exorcising the curses, orally consuming them allowing Geto full control over the curses and summon them anytime in the future.

"I decided to let this one eat up that man before absorbing it," Geto said, sticking his fingers into the black orb, pulling out Foley's bloodied name tag. " 'Foley', what a silly name these monkeys have," Geto chuckled, opening his mouth as he consumed the black orb, his hand covering mouth as his body physically recoiled. Once he had finished Geto gagged, taking his hands off his mouth as he reached for his own drink bottle within his fur coat, taking a large swig.

"Who's that?" Tiffany asked.

"Suguru Geto, I suppose you could say he's the 'godfather' of the family," Enoki sighed. "Although he's usually the only one who calls himself that," Enoki muttered under his breath.

"What was that Kagetora?" Geto asked.

"Nothing," Enoki groaned, walking down the icy stairs, extending a hand out to Tiffany as he helped her down the slippery stairs so that she wouldn't slip.

As they stepped down onto the snow Tiffany immediately forgot about the fear of slipping, squealing in delight as she ran over to the red car, hugging the hood as she ran straight past Geto. "It's so lovely to meet you Miss Valentine! I hope you enjoy the gift we brought along," Geto smiled, Tiffany rubbing the hood of the car as she looked through the window, it was amazing, at first she thought it was replica, but no, it was her car, the same she had brought all those years ago, the same shade of red, same layout on the inside, hell even the air freshers she hung on the rearview mirror was still there.

"Oh this is amazing!!! How the hell did you find this?" Tiffany asked.

"Don't ask me, Kagetora was the one who retrieved it," Geto smirked, passing Tiffany the keys.

"Huh?" Enoki asked, his chain of thought interrupted as Tiffany embraced him in a tight hug, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Tiffany cheered, letting go of Enoki as he remained frozen and dazed, lipstick marks left on his cheek, turning to look at Geto, who smiled at him cheekily.

"Weren't you the one?"

"What? I can't be a good friend or a wingman?" Geto teased, tapping his right cheek, Enoki rubbing his own, seeing the lipstick remnants on his fingers. Immediately blushing as he wiped it away.

"At the very least warn me the next time you do something like that," Enoki scoffed, flustered.

"If you insist," Geto smirked, pulling out a large envelope from his pocket. "You might want the car manual as well."

Enoki snatched the envelope, snarling as he watched Geto walk over to the backseat. "You're sitting in the back?"

"Of course, I wouldn't want to keep you away from your celebrity crush," Geto teased. "I want you to enjoy this."

Enoki smirked. "I'll be enjoying the sight of you in the back seat more than anything, you need a warm bottle of milk? A pacifier?" Enoki teased. Geto rolling his eyes as he got into the back seat, not saying a word. "I didn't hear you say no!" Enoki teased, opening his door as he got into the passenger seat, the red car starting as it drove off.

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Tears streamed down Nica's face, the curses slowly began crawling up Nica's legs. "Stop… please… stay away… stay away from me," Nica sobbed, still crawling away as she groaned in pain, the ever approaching curses grabbing onto Nica's arms, digging their sharp nails into Nica's arms as she gasped in pain.

Unable to take her mind off the pain, Nica didn't hear the footsteps behind her, waving her arm around in front of her, trying desperately to throw the curses off herself. "Curses, let go of that woman, as there is a much more impressive one you should all be paying attention to."

Immediately the curses froze, turning around as they looked at the 10 year old boy who entered the room, Ui Ui, blue tinted silver hair wearing a preppy button up shirt and black pants. "None of you dare move in her presence."

The door swung open, heels clicking against the floor as Mei Mei, Ui Ui's older sister strutted into the room, her own blue tinted silver hair tied up into two separate braids, one hanging down on the back of her head, the other hanging down infront of her face. A large black axe resting on her shoulder. "Attacking a defenceless woman, how shameful, you disgusting creatures."

The curses lept off Nica, jumping towards Mei Mei as she swung her axe, exorcising them all in one blow, purple blood spraying all over the floor.

Nica looked over her shoulder at the siblings, blood still leaking from her multiple open wounds, speechless, unable to mutter a single word. "Say something," Ui Ui demanded. "My sister just saved your life, you should praising her to the high heavens right now."

"It's fine Ui Ui," Mei Mei sighed, placing her axe on the floor. "Nica Pierce, I've been hoping we'd meet soon."