A young man opened his eyes in a frantic manner as he suddenly rushed up out of bed and his hands in an attack position looking around the bedroom only to realize that there was nothing there. As he calmed down, he let out a sigh while placing a hand over his face knowing that it was nothing more than a dream, the same dream that replayed in his head for the past 10 years. Well, it was more like a nightmare at this point.

"Dammit, it's the same thing over and over again." He whispered as he pressed a hand to his forehead in irritation. He's had nightmares ever since that day, and not once has he had a pleasant dream that didn't revolve around death or what he had done. Suddenly they was someone knocking at his door.

"Hmm." Slowly getting up, he trudged his way over to the door while quickly wiping the sweat from his face as he tried to make himself look normal and then opened the door. "Hello." He greeted.

"Good morning, Reoto." A soft voice greeted back. In front of him was a girl named Lyra who was his next-door neighbor. "How are you feeling?"

"Morning Lyra." He greeted back. "I'm okay, other than just waking up I'm feeling fine." He answered her only to be confused when her expression formed into one of concern.

"Reoto, don't lie to me." She scolded gently.

"How do you know I'm lying?" He asked.

"Your shoulders are tense." She pointed out as he realized that she was right.

"Oh."

"Plus, I heard you moving around in your sleep." Lyra added as Reoto let out a groan. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No thanks." He appreciated the offer but he didn't want to trouble her with his problems. It's not that he didn't tolerate her, it's just that ever since his incident… he's had trouble with socializing, mostly due to his powers and most people tend to avoid him just because he had a gloomy aura around him.

There is also the fact that Lyra… just came out of nowhere. He had lived in this apartment by himself making sure he wasn't near anyone and then one day she just appeared as his next-door neighbor.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm fine." Reoto thanked the girl across from her while pinching his upper brow. "Besides, I have to get ready for school in an hour."

"Oh, where are you heading to?" Lyra asked, curious on where her neighbor was going.

"A place called Kuoh Academy. My guardian…. wanted me to have some form of a social life so she enrolled me there." He answered. 'Even though I prefer not to be around moody teenagers and their nonsensical drama.'

"Aw." Lyra whined earning a confused look from Reoto but he decided to put it aside.

"Where do you go to?"

"Kunimoto." She answered. "It's a really nice place over and everyone is very kind."

"That's good, well I guess I better get ready for school since it's a 30-minute walk from here." Reoto said as he excused himself from the door and closed it behind him. He walked back into his room and looked over to the table where he had received the clothes by mail and laid them out, grumbling at the fact that he had to wear a uniform during school hours.

After about five minutes of doing the morning essentials revolving hygiene, he put on his uniform and settled for wearing the pants and collared button-down shirt, however he was struggling to put on the black ribbon and just decided that he'll figure it out later.

He walked out of his apartment and closed the door behind him dressed for the day, with his bag in one hand hanging over his shoulder.

"Are you ready for your first day?" Lyra asked

"No." He replied as she giggled, the latter noticing something was missing before looking down to his side.

"What's that?" She pointed to his left hand.

"It's my ribbon." He answered. "This thing is getting on my nerves and I can't put the damn thing on without getting frustrated so I just decided to find out later and go through the day without it." He stated.

"Oh, well if that's the case…" Lyra trailed off as she gently grabbed his hand and took the ribbon. "… let me help."

Reoto was about to deny her offer but she was already in the process of doing so. As she was fixing his ribbon, she was unaware that she was very close to him and that he could see a portion of her cleavage. He quickly turned his head away not wanting to be rude but also at the fact he was in close proximity.

'Too close.' He thought with a small blush on his face as he was not use to someone being in his bubble. He only had to wait for a few more seconds until Lyra stepped back.

"And there. All done!" She said with a proud smile on her face as Reoto looked down and saw that she had fixed his ribbon.

"Wow, it looks neat. Thanks for the help." He said as Lyra gave him a kind smile.

"It was no trouble Reoto, I hope you have a good first day." She said as he nodded his head and was about to leave until she stopped him. "Wait!"

Reoto paused at her quick shout and was about to ask what's wrong only to find a small black box in front of him.

"Here, take this."

"Um… what is this?" He asked wondering what was in the box.

"It's a bento." She said in a shy tone while scratching her cheek with her finger. "I kind of went overboard with making lunch and I had a few left overs so… I thought about giving you one too."

"Oh, well, um… thank you…" He gently put the box in his bag and gave her a slight bow before standing up again. "I'm off, have a good day Lyra."

"You too Reoto." Lyra waved bye to her neighbor as he walked down the steps onto the street and headed left towards his school.


Reoto standing in front of the gates of Kuoh Academy gazing at the school grounds before him.

'So, this is where I'm going to be for the next 3 years huh?' He thought as he stared at how big the school building was, if this wasn't a school it could've been easily mistaken for a station.

"Let's just get on with today." He sighed in exhaustion, already wanting to go home as he went ahead and started walking towards the building. On his way to school, he was being observed by the gazes of multiple students around him.

"Who is that?"

"Don't know, looks like a new student."

"Is he nice or is he mean?"

"I hope he isn't like the perverts in our school."

"At least he's not another pretty boy for us to deal with, we already have one prince we don't need another."

These comments from the other students started to annoy Reoto as he immediately walked faster away from the gossip. Once he reached the doors, he slammed it behind him startling the other students. After getting inside, he got the same gazes from other students as he internally groaned at being observe but quickly took a deep breath and headed for the administration office to get his schedule.

He was completely unaware that the whole time he was walking, he was being watched by three pairs of eyes. Two of them from atop the second floor when he entered the school and one that was following him without being notice.

After the first bell and getting his schedule, Reoto was now standing in front of the class with a blank expression on his face.

"Students, meet your new classmate, Reoto Rikuto." His advisory teacher said as she gave him the motion to speak.

"Hi, my name is Reoto Rikuto and it's nice to meet you." He introduced with a blank expression as everyone sweat dropped at his introduction.

'He's sounds like he's dead inside.'

"Alright, does anyone have any questions for him?" She asked and nearly the entire class had their hands raised.

'Are you kidding me!?' Reoto thought in exasperation as he did not want to interact with people. He sighed and went ahead. "Okay um… you first." He said pointing to a random girl.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm was born here in Japan and was raised in the outskirts of Kyoto." Reoto lied as he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. "Next."

"Why are you starting so late in the year?" A random boy asked next.

"I was mostly homeschooled all my life. The school I went when I was younger did not help me in my education and were very biased when it came to punishment so my guardian took me out and basically taught me herself." He answered, not wanting to reveal the real reason he left. "Any more questions?"

"Do you have any hobbies?"

"Um... no not really…" He answered as he was very unsure of what he could say. "I guess you could say that I like long walks, mostly because it gives you time to reflect on life and make you realize how short it is. You never know when it could be your last day, whether it's you or someone close to you because by the time you do, they're already gone." He started as the entire class went silent at his words.

"All I can say is… just… life is short and you have to make the most of it." He finished while internally thinking of something else. 'But for me… I don't have anything for that... it's nothing but curses and nightmares for me.'

"Well… that was… very enlightening." The teacher spoke who was also shocked at the new student's words. "If there's no more questions, Reoto you if you could please sit next to Harumi Hyoudou in the back."

Reoto nodded his head and made his way towards the back of the classroom, ignoring the gazes of students as they stared at him in awe and concern. He heard whispering of the students talking about the new kid sitting next to Kuoh's #1 Delinquent, mostly from the girls.

Harumi was a well-endowed woman wearing the school uniform a bit different from others. She had light brown eyes with matching long light brown hair flowing down to her back. She was wearing the uniform but her collar was slightly open showing her a view of her cleavage, her sleeves were torn up to her elbows, her shoulder cape was nowhere, a biker jacket wrapped around her waist just above her skirt and she had on black high-knee socks and brown loafers.

"Hey." He greeted halfheartedly.

"Nice to see fresh meat entering devil grounds." She whispered with a smirk on her face as he turned to her.

'Did she just say fresh meat? And what did she mean by devil grounds?' Reoto was about to question her but thought he was just hearing things and decided to ignore it. He instead just focus on class as the teacher went ahead and got started on the subject of History.

As classes went on, Reoto mostly stayed focused on the subject of the class not wanting to interact with anyone and once it was lunch time he decided to go ahead and find himself a nice spot to be alone. He didn't go outside or on the rooftop, so he walked around the school and found himself on the other side of school near the fence. Sitting in the far corner of the away from anyone, he immediately started working on the homework he had gotten from history and math since they were pretty easy.

He has other things to do outside of school so he would like to get his homework finish immediately. What he didn't know is that the whole in the library he didn't realize that there was someone else that decided to follow him.

As he was too engrossed in his homework, he felt someone tapping on his shoulder.

"Hmm." Looking over, he saw a girl with a kind expression on her face. She had a slim figure with long brown hair that ends in two short braids with a blue hairband and matching eyes. "Sorry, did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't. I just like to introduce myself to our new student. My name's Reya Kusaka." Said girl introduced herself as she held her hand out to him.

"Um… Reoto Rikuto…" He said in a hesitant tone that Reya picked up but didn't say anything. "What are you doing here?"

"Sorry if I sound rude but I would like to know why you're here and not outside with the other students." Reya pondered.

"I just… don't like socializing and I rather not get accustomed to know anyone." He answered.

"Oh." Reya sat down next to him. "The whole reason for being school other than education is to get know your fellow peers and form a bond with them that might last forever."

"I already know my education. Thanks to being homeschooled, I got a pretty good read on certain subjects and homework I've been given so far in each class is easy to do." He listed before looking away from her. "People are… a whole another thing." H

"How so?" Reya asked.

"Let's just say that, they're too quick to judge others without understanding them and sometimes when you think you know someone that'll have your back… they don't. In the end, all they do is lie to you." Reoto stated.

Reya noticed the change in his voice as he talked, it sounded like he had a bad experience with people before coming here. She also noticed that there was something different about him, she didn't know why but she felt like that behind his façade of shy teen… was someone else.

"Well, I do hope your stay here isn't like your previous experience. While I'll admit that there are some students that are quick to judge and easily fall for rumors, you will find some good people here." Reya said with a small smile on her face.

"Yeah well, it's not like I'm looking for him nor am I seeking them out. It's only my first day and like I said I'm not looking for anyone to make friends." Reoto noted while internally thinking about what Reya said 'Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't know where to start.'

"Then why not start with me?" Reya suggested as she turned to him. "I'm a 2nd year at Kuoh, I'm part of the Student Council as the treasurer. My favorite hobbies include singing, info gathering or a historian if you may call, and writing." She finished giving a small bio of herself.

Reoto looked at her wondering why she went silent before realizing that she was waiting for him to say his piece. Not wanting to be rude, he decided to reply.

"Sorry, I'm a second year here transfer, I don't really have that many hobbies though I guess you could count long walks and maybe mechs like looking inside schematics and uh….that's about it." Reoto finished.

"See, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Reya slightly teased as Reoto nodded his head but then had a confused expression on his face.

'Well, no it wasn't, then again why did I easily comply to that and why do I feel… okay around her…' Reoto mentally thought as he didn't know what to make of it. Normally, people would stay away from him and avoid him altogether yet this girl sought him out on her own, still that didn't mean he should trust her.

He was brought out of his thoughts when the bell rung.

"Oh, looks like that's our cue to head back to class." Reya said as she stood up from her spot and gently tapped her clothes as if she was brushing away the dust. She turned to Reoto and gave him a kind smile once more. "It was nice meeting you Reoto, I do hope we get to know each other better in the future." She gave him a small bow and left him alone, leaving the boy to think over her words before shaking his head and quickly packed his stuff then headed to his next class.

As Reya walked down the hallway, she met up with one of her fellow council members.

"There you are Reya." The person speaking was her fellow peer Tomoe, a beautiful girl with brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair tied into twin-tails with swept bangs and a single strand sticking out from the top.

"Tomoe." Reya greeted as she walked down the hallway.

"Sorry, but Kaichou wants us for a meeting after class. Plus, where did you go? You're not usually one to wander off?" She asked.

"Oh, nowhere interesting, just the library." Reya responded.

"Why there?" Tomoe asked while tilting her head. "Is there a test we're having soon in one of our classes?"

"No, nothing like that. Just introducing myself to our new addition to the school." Reya answered.

"New addition, you mean Reoto?" Tomoe guessed as her fellow brunette nodded her head. "What's he like, everyone's saying he's a bit abnormal?"

Reya simply giggled as they walked to their class.

"Let's just say that, I think things are going to start get a little more interesting." Reya said cryptically confusing Tomoe, who wondered what she meant but thought nothing of it and continued walking with her.


It was lunch time as Reoto was walking around the campus. He was looking for a place to eat without being disturbed by anyone. He wanted to enjoy lunch by himself and then looked around the school a bit more.

'I wonder what's in the bento that Lyra gave me.' Reoto thought to himself as he still questioned why his neighbor gave him food. For all he knew it could've been poison but then he remembered that Lyra was genuinely shy when she gave it to him, so it would be rude for him to assume that it was contaminated.

'I mean she did go out of her way to make it for me… I guess… it wouldn't hurt to try…' He pondered. He then found himself a tree near the shade and away from others. Sitting down, he went ahead and pulled out the bento.

He was surprised to see that for some reason that box was unnaturally warm like it had been cooked and immediately put into a container… but he wasn't near a microwave nor was he anywhere near someplace where he could heat up his food.

Not wanting to dwell too much on it, he went ahead and opened the top and his eyes widened in shock and what he saw, the food was white rice and chicken katsu with some sauce on the side. He took out some chopsticks and picked up the katsu, taking a bite.

'Wow… this is really good. I have to thank Lyra when I get the chance.' He thought as he went ahead and continued to eat his food. 'I wonder who she really is… I haven't really questioned it up to now about where she came from. I've been by myself in that place for about as long as I can remember… and then she just suddenly shows up out of nowhere, I even asked the landlord about it and he said that she's been there for the past year which is not true.' Reoto put the bento down as he looked up at the sky in deep thought.

'I'm the only person that lives on the 7th floor of the apartment building because everyone else is on the lower levels, so why did she get here… and why am I thinking about it now?'

'Maybe it's because I never really questioned it… or maybe… it's because I was dealing with my own problems?' He wondered before suddenly being interrupted

'….Like Me…' He gasped immediately after hearing the voice… that same voice that's been in his head for a long time.

"No…"

'….Wh…at's th..e ma…tter….' Sweat poured down his face as the voice grew more eerily and distorted. '…Not…ha..pp…y to s….seee… meee…'

Reoto looked around the area, making sure that he wasn't having another hallucination. He saw that the students were still doing their own things and confirmed that it was just another one of his episodes. Packing his food up, he immediately ran straight for the nurse's office. Upon entering, he didn't see anyone inside but didn't care, he made his way to the bathroom and locked it. He then reached into his bag and search inside for something he needed, only to go in fear as he realized that he did not have his medicine. He then emptied out his bag and saw that it was just his supplies and the empty bento box.

"Oh no." He realized that he forgot to pack his medicine. He had already talked with the administration about the medicine he could bring since it was necessary so he was able to bring them if needed. He usually takes one in the morning and one in the afternoon, it's to help keep the voices at bay.

But now he would have to deal with them for the rest of the day.

"Ow." He grunted as pain immediately started throbbing in his head. He knew that if he didn't take his meds then his head would start hurting, followed by the voices and then after that…

Reoto shook his head not wanting to think about the aftermath. He told himself to grit and bear this headache for the rest of the day, since he only had a few hours of school left. It would suck but it was better the not having it in the morning. Cleaning himself up, he exited the bathroom and the nurse's office and made his way towards his next class.

His movement a bit slow, and pressing his hand against his forehead to try and sooth the headache. As he continued walking, he was unaware that he was being watched by a pair of green eyes.


It was now the end of the day as Reoto was walking home all while the throbbing in his head continued to get worse. He needed to take his pills to keep the voices quiet but he didn't bring them with him. He knew he should've even though he might get in trouble but he didn't care, he needed to voices to shut up before things got worse. And he really did not want that.

"Well, what do we have here?" He slowly looked up and saw that a tall and buxom woman with brown eyes and long, navy blue hair that obscured her right eye. She was wearing a maroon trench coat-like top with a wide collar exposing her breasts and cleavage, with a matching miniskirt and black heels.

"Seriously, what does fallen angel want?' He thought as he stared at the woman before him. Despite knowing what the woman was, he did not care as he just wanted to go home right now.

"Look Kalawarner or whatever," Reoto started by calling the fallen angel by her name, catching her off guard that he knew who she was. "I know you're a fallen and everything but can we not do this please… get away from here, I'm not someone you want to be around…" He warned as he turned around to walk away only to stop when a spear flew past him and hit the ground.

"I'm afraid you're not going anywhere little boy." She lowered herself down and was now right behind him. "You are a target that needs to be taken care of, though I don't understand why are orders are to eliminate you when you have no sacred gear." Kalawarner stated as Reoto grabbed his head, the voices getting louder and louder.

g̴̛̤̯̩̮̲̈́̈́̍̇̒̄͊͛͂̕e̶̢̨̛̤̟̥̻̘̼̲̣͔̗̊̇͌͑̈́̋̀́̑͘͘ͅt̵͔̖̦̄̏͑͐͊̀͌̈́̑͠͠͠ơ̴̧̧̗̯̦͉̗͓̗̖̘̙̳̣̒̾̑̆̃͋̇̑̒̒̈́͜͝ư̵̢͍̫͎̟̫̩͆͂̑̍̈̊͛́͂̾̚͠e̷̮͎͔̓͐̓̎̏á̵̛̭͈̟̘̼̈̔̽́͛̀̊̍͊̿͛̈́̊͜͠ṭ̸̛̛̞͚̍͂̊̔̂͊͋̿̏ó̵͉̳̺̹̹̟̙̬̌͜ư̸̻͇̬̬̪͓͙͓̭̳̙̌̈́̔͑͛̎̓͘͝é̸̟̠͍̖̝g̷̩͕̺̑̓̚a̵̛͔̲͓̲̠͇͇̹̬͎͕̦͂͛̆̈́͊͜o̵̺͈̳̹͉̝̱̫̳̳̭̻̪͊͂͛́̓̚͝͝ų̷̨̧̛̰̦̱̩͍̺̰̥̓̑̄̓̀͒̾̀̔͜͜͜͝e̸̡̨̛͍̣͕͉̳̤͕͈̤̖̱͉̘̲̽̎̈́͋͆̔̿͘͜͝͠g̸̨̢̪̥̯̘̘͖͕̭̯̖̲̗̤̱͊̉̉͆̇̊̈̚̚ŏ̷̧̧̲͇̭̳͙̰̹̺̬̙͐̆̉̾̈̍̓͠ȩ̷͇̮̣̼̭̯̲͙̖̤͔̥͓͊̑́̓͒͊̓̊̈̚͠ư̶̼̰͛͗̂̋̆̓͑͌̉̔̔â̷̢̬̜̪͓͇̥̩̭̜̭͕̣̘͗͆̈̒́͂̊͊̅̉͠͝ò̵̧͚͇̤̩̞̰͍̰̾͌̕ͅu̷̡͉̻̪̠̜̪̖̫̗͕̟̙͑ͅȩ̸̛̞̝̽̿̀̏̎̿́͆̌̾͆̀̓̎͘t̴̗͇͇̏͒̈́̓͌̓̌́͒͆̒͒g̶͍͌̓̃͊̚à̶̝̻͉͖̣̤́̅̈́̄̍͂̈́̀͒̕̚͠ǫ̵̺̻̬̹̬̼͈̣͖͔͔̱̠̗̫̝̆̄̕e̵̢̛͓͈̲̳̲͇͇̋̊̇͋̾̌̓̐̉̅̎͐̚u̶͉̬̖̺̗͚͓͇̩̩͎̠̩̯̟̝̐̀̎̈̈́́̋͂́̈́̾̇͘̚ͅe̸̤̯͉̬͙̭̒̈̓̄̂͗̈̑́͘o̷̧̳̯͕̖͈̭͍̝̺̥̺̜̘͍͐͗͊̇̎͑̋̈́̑͆̀̓͝͝ͅw̸̧̟͕̣̙̲̮̹͚̻͐̏͆̄̎̉͝͝u̶̡̡̜̟̰̘͔̞̫͕̮͍͖̅͑̇̊̍͆ͅt̸̢̨͇͎̼̜̜͂̏͋̄͒̐́͂̆ģ̴͕̥͓̞͕̼̝̪̞̪̹̜̓͌͊͊̿ȩ̶͔̱̾ó̵̧̨̤͕̙̩͕͕̻̰̻̖͓̝͇̐̓̌̾̉͂͘͝͝ȕ̶̘͔̞̳͉͙͔͍͖̣͙̲̋̈́̂͒̊̚͝t̸̼̱͕̲̺̽̏̐̎͛̽͂̉͗͝e̴̡̨͙̝̠͎̹̟̯̞̜̯̭͗̾̄͜ͅ

T̸̩̹͖̥̑͛͊̇̅̀̃̓͊͗͆͗̒̎̔͋͘a̶̛̼̼͙̪̳͔͇͕͖̲͂͛̓̑́͗̓͒̓̓͘͠ͅk̷̨̨̠̱̰̻̥̖̳͍̟̝̅̎̽̾̾͂̈́̈́̎̍̔̚̚ͅẻ̸̛̼̆̏̈̆̓̀͋̂̐̓͆͐̈́͝ ̶̢̡̛͕̭̘͔̯̾̿̉̈́̊̌̽͘ḥ̷̛̺̇̋̐͗͐̇̊̿̔̐̓͘̚͜ẹ̴̛̛͙̝̱̪̗̙̜́̂͗̌̐̇̊͌̆͝͝ŗ̶̡̯͎͈̫͎̗̩̩̭͍͕̠̠̓͒͌̿̆̔̐͆͛̾̌̚͘͠͝ͅ ̸̢͕͎͕͉̠̹͛̎͌̑̏̔ą̶͈̯̼͕̫̝̟͍͙͎͎̝̝̬̣̓̓́̌̋̂̃̃̋̍͘͜s̸͚̘͇̰̏̎̀̓͗́̈́̃̎͒͜͠ ̶̢̡̮̱͇̜͕̮͓̱̰͓̯͔̳͖̈̂͑̔̃͠ả̶̹͕̟͙̟͒̔͑̐͊̔͗̈́̍͊͂͜ ̶̛̙̺͉͖̻͕̫̜̞͉͚̫̻͕̣̼̀̋͋͌̏̏̀̕͜ş̶̠̺̗̠͕̹̗̻̖̇͌̂͆͂͌͠͝l̷̢̨͍͈̱̳͉͑̓̔͌a̷̧͉̳̖̠̝̼̗̼̹͙̗͓̫͌̏̅̕̕͜v̸̧̡̧̨̢̛̟̗̖̰͚̥͙̤̭̣͗̉͗̓͋̎̎̃̃̋̃̈́́̕͘͜͝e̴̟͔͈̗̍͊͒̓͛͂͆̋̇́͘͜,̵͔͖̾̈̎̅́̊̓͒̂̚ ̸̡̛̬̞̺̠̘̺̗̫̙̤̪̻̓͌̈́̇̆̾̊̊̒͐̈͗̓͜͠m̷̛̺͓͈͓͋̏̆͜ͅă̶̢̹̫̲͓̾̿̄̋̑͜ͅk̷̡͇͇̭̻͎̝̿̀̀̈́͋͆̆̋̄͜e̶̻͆͒̆͘ ̸̧̨̹̬͖̼͉̦͖̦̪̮̼͓̑͂̆̐̈́h̴̻̤̭͂̇̍͂͆̓̀̓͘̕͠͝ȩ̵͕̖͚̠̫͓͍̫̥̦̻̥́̆̅͌̊͗͒̾͒̕͝ͅr̷̨̡͕̺̠̳͎̟͎̞̯̪͛͂͂̈́̀̐͛̀͜ ̴̣͙̱̀͛̍̅̐͂̈́͆̓͛̓̈́̒̕y̸͖͒̅̅̂́͠͠͝ö̶̰̳͎̼̰́̽̌̿̓̒͘u̶̼̟̺̹̗̥̅̈́͠r̵̨̢̢͎̰͈͈͕͇̎͒́̓͊͆̚ͅś̴̺͈̹͔̮̊̽͊̂̃͗̽̉͗̃̍̚͝.̷̧̛͕̺̞͍̪̺͍͖̟͙̞̘͙̾̍̇̐͆̿̓̈́͛͘͘͜ͅͅ.̵͕͐͋̇̂̋̒̊̀̈́̀͘̕̚͝.̸̘̥̪͕̠̲͔̠͚̮̠̱̤̣̝̀̆̌̋̏.̸̛̝̱̱͇̻͐͛̍͑̆͆̎͑̅̀͑̎̕͘͜ͅ

̶͙̺̥̰̦͔͖́͛̎̊̔̾͌̔̿̕͝Ǩ̸̛̰̻͉͇̤͠í̵̡̮̈́̈́͌̆̅͑͋̚͠l̸͎̥͖͇̫͕̦͇̲̫̞̝̮̹͎̥̩̍͑̅̋̀̋̌̄̒̓̌̾̀̑͆l̵̞͙̟̺̞̩̩̤̺͙̜̺͚̣̈́̓̍̅͆ ̷̧̡̱͓̬̤̳͈̪̞͎̲̣͋̓̀͗̇̏̿̌̉́̏̊́̿̎̈́̚h̵̡̩̮̻͓̞̬͊͋̀̌͑̋̅̌́͆͒̍̒̕ȩ̴̧̨͎̞͇͕̥̼̬͚̩̜̪̻̻̃͒̌͗̓̊̎̾͂̾͐͋̋̃͜͠ŗ̸̨͖̭̦̲͇̼̟́́̀̀̈̓͜.̶̨̛̪͖͍̑͂̒̏̊.̷̧̛̱̦̺̭̺̟̫̮̤̼̗̯͑̒͐̈́̊̓͛̍͋̈́͠͝.̷͔̺̲̂͂̇̊͆̏͘͝͝.̸̞̖̘͍͍̫̬͕̭̰̦͗̓́̀̓̈̈͝ͅ ̸͔̘̻̄̌̈̕m̵̢̩͓̥̜̬̙̗̺̻̲̯͍̘̰̤͑̿̓̿̽̀̒̒̂̚̚͘͠ą̶̧̺̮̬͙̬͎̲̭̤͍̜̭̠̫̝͆̄͛̅́k̷̳̰͙͚͐̃͆̐̎͋̏͗̉̑̆͒͘͠͝e̶̛̞̔̾̿̾̈́̑͋̓̀̄̀͆͒͝͝ ̵̛͎̬̮̰̦̱͎̱͈̳̰̮̰̳̽́̌̿̇͐͛̋h̷̨͈͍̠͔͛͂̎͠ẽ̴̢̛̗̱͕̜̹̿̆͐͘r̶̢̤̩͈̼̬͕̰̱̺̬̣̫̂̊͛͌̿͂̇̂̀̋̐͂̈́̕ ̸̭̩̻̽̎̅͐͝͝ŷ̸̧̫̥̬̬̻̼̰̑͋́͗͑̄͑̌̔́̍ȏ̵̺̑̈̑͝ų̶͍͉͖̙̯͕̦͓̘̣̘̺̻͚͛̔̆̅͋̌͗̌̒́̍͠ř̶͚͇͑́́́͗̚ ̷̱̆̿͗̍̎͠p̶̢̗̫̝͉͉͙̝̗͇̓̎͊́̀̅̉͛̑͆̀͘͝u̴̡͙̗̱͙͇̰͖̘̞̟͖͚͆̑͛͜p̸̛͇̳̦̠̓͋̈͂̒̚p̶̧͇̟̜̻͇̭̙̱̭̖͚͎̗͇͈͒̅͆͒͊̾͂̑̃͐̍̈͐̓́̕ẻ̵̢̩̻̱͎͚͇̟̤̠̎̓̊̄̍̈́̒̀͜ť̴̢̧̡̡̩̣̩͕̻̙̪̳̪͎̬̐̚.̸̝͔̻͉̭̳̺̙̋̂̐̄̎̚.̴̧̛̣̥͖̜̬͍̙̊̈́͆͗͐́̒̏̆̒̋̓͘͜ͅ.̵̨͙̼̝̲̥͎͆̅̈́̅̀̓͑́̏̈́̒̊͘͘͘ ̵̧̟̩̖̩̭̮̩͈͓̪͔̙̼̭̗͒̓͊̈̽͆͂͗̀̔͊͐͛͆ë̷̛̘́̂̾̊̏̉͠ṋ̵̢̜̰̒̔̅̄͆͛͒̔̌̑̀̽̀̈́͘s̷̠͈͔̯̗̈͐̀̀l̸̛̰̠̜͙̙͉͎̦̑̿̈̀͆̃̋̚ạ̵̢̞͇̹̗̜̞̏̉̓͆̎v̷̛͉̒̉̊̎͋ę̸̢̺͖̹̟͈̰̪̗̬̜͔̜͎̤͔̍̾̇͛͒ ̶̡͇̥̼̓̇̀̈́̀̽̑̄̇̄̚h̷̨͍̹̹̹̙͕̘̯̫̆̈́̋̅ͅȩ̴̠̖̲̘̜͕̖͚̰͕͉͔͉̒͋̅̿͂͆͊͆̚͝͝ͅͅͅr̷̡̙̜͍̥̫̲̪͕̯̟̂̌̓̇̿͆͐̉̚̕.̸̧̧̤͎͇̮̲̻̠̙̲̤̄̔̐̾͗̓̍̈̇̋͂͝.̷̡̻̬͓̬̮̀̌̀̊.̶̡̻̤̤͓̖̲̙̳̯̗̖̥͉̋͛̑͑̓̓̄̈̽̂̈̂̏̓͘͘.̶̧̨̧̨̳̟̭̜̲̮̦̻̥̖͓̙̌͑̓͐̐̉̓̆͑͛͘̕

̶̢͙͈͋̑̂͌̾͗̿̒͠͝E̵̡͉͓̳̅̎̔͑̉͐͛̾͆͊̍̎n̶͙̱̱̟̋̃̄̃̈́̃͛̎̋̅̎͐̽̀͝s̸̛̩͇̱̘̙̩̤̹͉̝̋̐̀̈́̈́͊̽̀̓̽͘̚͜l̷̟̣̤̯͓̹̆͛̊̍ą̷̬̞͎̙̝͌́͐̈̋͊̒̿͒̀̍͒̾̚͝͝v̵̧̢̧̻̹͙̞̖̱͉̯̖̠͉̖̙̈͐ê̴̢̢̢̨͕͎̙̘͉̫͙̦̻̹͖͎͒̿͐̑̍̎̂̋̒̓̃̑͐ ̷̡̱̤̖͓̝̘̖̪̮͕̩͔̌̽̿̆̉̔̏̈̃̐̉͜͜Ą̴̘̩͍̹̫̝͓̫͈͇͛͛̍̎̾̈́̽̐͛͗̊͘͘͜͝ĺ̶̛̰̪̭͙̈͐̓̓͐̉͝͝ḽ̵̡̅̎̾̀͌̑̃̋̎̃̔̂͠ ̸̢̫͙̦̭̼͖̜̃͒͗̎̒͛̌̈́́̀̚ǫ̵̭͈̟̗̯͕̠̘̖̏͊̽͛̌̀̅͐̆̒̈͠͝f̶̧̧̡̮̘̩͉͑̑̄͛͗̎̓̓̌͌͝͝ͅ ̷̢̢͈̱̪͉̘̱̬̹̗̗̦͚͂͑̑͘͜ṭ̴̯͕̯͓͓̰͓̥͔̝͋̾̒̆h̸̳͓̻̮̙͌̎̈́̔̽̔̀̀͂̽͌̄͝ė̸̛͉̪̃̀̄̒̂̀̍̂́̓͗͋̕͝ͅm̸̝̺͚̗̹̆͆̏̽ T̸̩̹͖̥̑͛͊̇̅̀̃̓͊͗͆͗̒̎̔͋͘a̶̛̼̼͙̪̳͔͇͕͖̲͂͛̓̑́͗̓͒̓̓͘͠ͅk̷̨̨̠̱̰̻̥̖̳͍̟̝̅̎̽̾̾͂̈́̈́̎̍̔̚̚ͅẻ̸̛̼̆̏̈̆̓̀͋̂̐̓͆͐̈́͝ ̶̢̡̛͕̭̘͔̯̾̿̉̈́̊̌̽͘ḥ̷̛̺̇̋̐͗͐̇̊̿̔̐̓͘̚͜ẹ̴̛̛͙̝̱̪̗̙̜́̂͗̌̐̇̊͌̆͝͝ŗ̶̡̯͎͈̫͎̗̩̩̭͍͕̠̠̓͒͌̿̆̔̐͆͛̾̌̚͘͠͝ͅ ̸̢͕͎͕͉̠̹͛̎͌̑̏̔ą̶͈̯̼͕̫̝̟͍͙͎͎̝̝̬̣̓̓́̌̋̂̃̃̋̍͘͜s̸͚̘͇̰̏̎̀̓͗́̈́̃̎͒͜͠ ̶̢̡̮̱͇̜͕̮͓̱̰͓̯͔̳͖̈̂͑̔̃͠ả̶̹͕̟͙̟͒̔͑̐͊̔͗̈́̍͊͂͜ ̶̛̙̺͉͖̻͕̫̜̞͉͚̫̻͕̣̼̀̋͋͌̏̏̀̕͜ş̶̠̺̗̠͕̹̗̻̖̇͌̂͆͂͌͠͝l̷̢̨͍͈̱̳͉͑̓̔͌a̷̧͉̳̖̠̝̼̗̼̹͙̗͓̫͌̏̅̕̕͜v̸̧̡̧̨̢̛̟̗̖̰͚̥͙̤̭̣͗̉͗̓͋̎̎̃̃̋̃̈́́̕͘͜͝e̴̟͔͈̗̍͊͒̓͛͂͆̋̇́͘͜,̵͔͖̾̈̎̅́̊̓͒̂̚ ̸̡̛̬̞̺̠̘̺̗̫̙̤̪̻̓͌̈́̇̆̾̊̊̒͐̈͗̓͜͠m̷̛̺͓͈͓͋̏̆͜ͅă̶̢̹̫̲͓̾̿̄̋̑͜ͅk̷̡͇͇̭̻͎̝̿̀̀̈́͋͆̆̋̄͜e̶̻͆͒̆͘ ̸̧̨̹̬͖̼͉̦͖̦̪̮̼͓̑͂̆̐̈́h̴̻̤̭͂̇̍͂͆̓̀̓͘̕͠͝ȩ̵͕̖͚̠̫͓͍̫̥̦̻̥́̆̅͌̊͗͒̾͒̕͝ͅr̷̨̡͕̺̠̳͎̟͎̞̯̪͛͂͂̈́̀̐͛̀͜ ̴̣͙̱̀͛̍̅̐͂̈́͆̓͛̓̈́̒̕y̸͖͒̅̅̂́͠͠͝ö̶̰̳͎̼̰́̽̌̿̓̒͘u̶̼̟̺̹̗̥̅̈́͠r̵̨̢̢͎̰͈͈͕͇̎͒́̓͊͆̚ͅś̴̺͈̹͔̮̊̽͊̂̃͗̽̉͗̃̍̚͝.̷̧̛͕̺̞͍̪̺͍͖̟͙̞̘͙̾̍̇̐͆̿̓̈́͛͘͘͜ͅͅ.̵͕͐͋̇̂̋̒̊̀̈́̀͘̕̚͝.̸̘̥̪͕̠̲͔̠͚̮̠̱̤̣̝̀̆̌̋̏.̸̛̝̱̱͇̻͐͛̍͑̆͆̎͑̅̀͑̎̕͘͜ͅ

̶͙̺̥̰̦͔͖́͛̎̊̔̾͌̔̿̕͝Ǩ̸̛̰̻͉͇̤͠í̵̡̮̈́̈́͌̆̅͑͋̚͠l̸͎̥͖͇̫͕̦͇̲̫̞̝̮̹͎̥̩̍͑̅̋̀̋̌̄̒̓̌̾̀̑͆l̵̞͙̟̺̞̩̩̤̺͙̜̺͚̣̈́̓̍̅͆ ̷̧̡̱͓̬̤̳͈̪̞͎̲̣͋̓̀͗̇̏̿̌̉́̏̊́̿̎̈́̚h̵̡̩̮̻͓̞̬͊͋̀̌͑̋̅̌́͆͒̍̒̕ȩ̴̧̨͎̞͇͕̥̼̬͚̩̜̪̻̻̃͒̌͗̓̊̎̾͂̾͐͋̋̃͜͠ŗ̸̨͖̭̦̲͇̼̟́́̀̀̈̓͜.̶̨̛̪͖͍̑͂̒̏̊.̷̧̛̱̦̺̭̺̟̫̮̤̼̗̯͑̒͐̈́̊̓͛̍͋̈́͠͝.̷͔̺̲̂͂̇̊͆̏͘͝͝.̸̞̖̘͍͍̫̬͕̭̰̦͗̓́̀̓̈̈͝ͅ ̸͔̘̻̄̌̈̕m̵̢̩͓̥̜̬̙̗̺̻̲̯͍̘̰̤͑̿̓̿̽̀̒̒̂̚̚͘͠ą̶̧̺̮̬͙̬͎̲̭̤͍̜̭̠̫̝͆̄͛̅́k̷̳̰͙͚͐̃͆̐̎͋̏͗̉̑̆͒͘͠͝e̶̛̞̔̾̿̾̈́̑͋̓̀̄̀͆͒͝͝ ̵̛͎̬̮̰̦̱͎̱͈̳̰̮̰̳̽́̌̿̇͐͛̋h̷̨͈͍̠͔͛͂̎͠ẽ̴̢̛̗̱͕̜̹̿̆͐͘r̶̢̤̩͈̼̬͕̰̱̺̬̣̫̂̊͛͌̿͂̇̂̀̋̐͂̈́̕ ̸̭̩̻̽̎̅͐͝͝ŷ̸̧̫̥̬̬̻̼̰̑͋́͗͑̄͑̌̔́̍ȏ̵̺̑̈̑͝ų̶͍͉͖̙̯͕̦͓̘̣̘̺̻͚͛̔̆̅͋̌͗̌̒́̍͠ř̶͚͇͑́́́͗̚ ̷̱̆̿͗̍̎͠p̶̢̗̫̝͉͉͙̝̗͇̓̎͊́̀̅̉͛̑͆̀͘͝u̴̡͙̗̱͙͇̰͖̘̞̟͖͚͆̑͛͜p̸̛͇̳̦̠̓͋̈͂̒̚p̶̧͇̟̜̻͇̭̙̱̭̖͚͎̗͇͈͒̅͆͒͊̾͂̑̃͐̍̈͐̓́̕ẻ̵̢̩̻̱͎͚͇̟̤̠̎̓̊̄̍̈́̒̀͜ť̴̢̧̡̡̩̣̩͕̻̙̪̳̪͎̬̐̚.̸̝͔̻͉̭̳̺̙̋̂̐̄̎̚.̴̧̛̣̥͖̜̬͍̙̊̈́͆͗͐́̒̏̆̒̋̓͘͜ͅ.̵̨͙̼̝̲̥͎͆̅̈́̅̀̓͑́̏̈́̒̊͘͘͘ ̵̧̟̩̖̩̭̮̩͈͓̪͔̙̼̭̗͒̓͊̈̽͆͂͗̀̔͊͐͛͆ë̷̛̘́̂̾̊̏̉͠ṋ̵̢̜̰̒̔̅̄͆͛͒̔̌̑̀̽̀̈́͘s̷̠͈͔̯̗̈͐̀̀l̸̛̰̠̜͙̙͉͎̦̑̿̈̀͆̃̋̚ạ̵̢̞͇̹̗̜̞̏̉̓͆̎v̷̛͉̒̉̊̎͋ę̸̢̺͖̹̟͈̰̪̗̬̜͔̜͎̤͔̍̾̇͛͒ ̶̡͇̥̼̓̇̀̈́̀̽̑̄̇̄̚h̷̨͍̹̹̹̙͕̘̯̫̆̈́̋̅ͅȩ̴̠̖̲̘̜͕̖͚̰͕͉͔͉̒͋̅̿͂͆͊͆̚͝͝ͅͅͅr̷̡̙̜͍̥̫̲̪͕̯̟̂̌̓̇̿͆͐̉̚̕.̸̧̧̤͎͇̮̲̻̠̙̲̤̄̔̐̾͗̓̍̈̇̋͂͝.̷̡̻̬͓̬̮̀̌̀̊.̶̡̻̤̤͓̖̲̙̳̯̗̖̥͉̋͛̑͑̓̓̄̈̽̂̈̂̏̓͘͘.̶̧̨̧̨̳̟̭̜̲̮̦̻̥̖͓̙̌͑̓͐̐̉̓̆͑͛͘̕

̶̢͙͈͋̑̂͌̾͗̿̒͠͝E̵̡͉͓̳̅̎̔͑̉͐͛̾͆͊̍̎n̶͙̱̱̟̋̃̄̃̈́̃͛̎̋̅̎͐̽̀͝s̸̛̩͇̱̘̙̩̤̹͉̝̋̐̀̈́̈́͊̽̀̓̽͘̚͜l̷̟̣̤̯͓̹̆͛̊̍ą̷̬̞͎̙̝͌́͐̈̋͊̒̿͒̀̍͒̾̚͝͝v̵̧̢̧̻̹͙̞̖̱͉̯̖̠͉̖̙̈͐ê̴̢̢̢̨͕͎̙̘͉̫͙̦̻̹͖͎͒̿͐̑̍̎̂̋̒̓̃̑͐ ̷̡̱̤̖͓̝̘̖̪̮͕̩͔̌̽̿̆̉̔̏̈̃̐̉͜͜Ą̴̘̩͍̹̫̝͓̫͈͇͛͛̍̎̾̈́̽̐͛͗̊͘͘͜͝ĺ̶̛̰̪̭͙̈͐̓̓͐̉͝͝ḽ̵̡̅̎̾̀͌̑̃̋̎̃̔̂͠ ̸̢̫͙̦̭̼͖̜̃͒͗̎̒͛̌̈́́̀̚ǫ̵̭͈̟̗̯͕̠̘̖̏͊̽͛̌̀̅͐̆̒̈͠͝f̶̧̧̡̮̘̩͉͑̑̄͛͗̎̓̓̌͌͝͝ͅ ̷̢̢͈̱̪͉̘̱̬̹̗̗̦͚͂͑̑͘͜ṭ̴̯͕̯͓͓̰͓̥͔̝͋̾̒̆h̸̳͓̻̮̙͌̎̈́̔̽̔̀̀͂̽͌̄͝ė̸̛͉̪̃̀̄̒̂̀̍̂́̓͗͋̕͝ͅm̸̝̺͚̗̹̆͆̏̽ T̸̩̹͖̥̑͛͊̇̅̀̃̓͊͗͆͗̒̎̔͋͘a̶̛̼̼͙̪̳͔͇͕͖̲͂͛̓̑́͗̓͒̓̓͘͠ͅk̷̨̨̠̱̰̻̥̖̳͍̟̝̅̎̽̾̾͂̈́̈́̎̍̔̚̚ͅẻ̸̛̼̆̏̈̆̓̀͋̂̐̓͆͐̈́͝ ̶̢̡̛͕̭̘͔̯̾̿̉̈́̊̌̽͘ḥ̷̛̺̇̋̐͗͐̇̊̿̔̐̓͘̚͜ẹ̴̛̛͙̝̱̪̗̙̜́̂͗̌̐̇̊͌̆͝͝ŗ̶̡̯͎͈̫͎̗̩̩̭͍͕̠̠̓͒͌̿̆̔̐͆͛̾̌̚͘͠͝ͅ ̸̢͕͎͕͉̠̹͛̎͌̑̏̔ą̶͈̯̼͕̫̝̟͍͙͎͎̝̝̬̣̓̓́̌̋̂̃̃̋̍͘͜s̸͚̘͇̰̏̎̀̓͗́̈́̃̎͒͜͠ ̶̢̡̮̱͇̜͕̮͓̱̰͓̯͔̳͖̈̂͑̔̃͠ả̶̹͕̟͙̟͒̔͑̐͊̔͗̈́̍͊͂͜ ̶̛̙̺͉͖̻͕̫̜̞͉͚̫̻͕̣̼̀̋͋͌̏̏̀̕͜ş̶̠̺̗̠͕̹̗̻̖̇͌̂͆͂͌͠͝l̷̢̨͍͈̱̳͉͑̓̔͌a̷̧͉̳̖̠̝̼̗̼̹͙̗͓̫͌̏̅̕̕͜v̸̧̡̧̨̢̛̟̗̖̰͚̥͙̤̭̣͗̉͗̓͋̎̎̃̃̋̃̈́́̕͘͜͝e̴̟͔͈̗̍͊͒̓͛͂͆̋̇́͘͜,̵͔͖̾̈̎̅́̊̓͒̂̚ ̸̡̛̬̞̺̠̘̺̗̫̙̤̪̻̓͌̈́̇̆̾̊̊̒͐̈͗̓͜͠m̷̛̺͓͈͓͋̏̆͜ͅă̶̢̹̫̲͓̾̿̄̋̑͜ͅk̷̡͇͇̭̻͎̝̿̀̀̈́͋͆̆̋̄͜e̶̻͆͒̆͘ ̸̧̨̹̬͖̼͉̦͖̦̪̮̼͓̑͂̆̐̈́h̴̻̤̭͂̇̍͂͆̓̀̓͘̕͠͝ȩ̵͕̖͚̠̫͓͍̫̥̦̻̥́̆̅͌̊͗͒̾͒̕͝ͅr̷̨̡͕̺̠̳͎̟͎̞̯̪͛͂͂̈́̀̐͛̀͜ ̴̣͙̱̀͛̍̅̐͂̈́͆̓͛̓̈́̒̕y̸͖͒̅̅̂́͠͠͝ö̶̰̳͎̼̰́̽̌̿̓̒͘u̶̼̟̺̹̗̥̅̈́͠r̵̨̢̢͎̰͈͈͕͇̎͒́̓͊͆̚ͅś̴̺͈̹͔̮̊̽͊̂̃͗̽̉͗̃̍̚͝.̷̧̛͕̺̞͍̪̺͍͖̟͙̞̘͙̾̍̇̐͆̿̓̈́͛͘͘͜ͅͅ.̵͕͐͋̇̂̋̒̊̀̈́̀͘̕̚͝.̸̘̥̪͕̠̲͔̠͚̮̠̱̤̣̝̀̆̌̋̏.̸̛̝̱̱͇̻͐͛̍͑̆͆̎͑̅̀͑̎̕͘͜ͅ

̶͙̺̥̰̦͔͖́͛̎̊̔̾͌̔̿̕͝Ǩ̸̛̰̻͉͇̤͠í̵̡̮̈́̈́͌̆̅͑͋̚͠l̸͎̥͖͇̫͕̦͇̲̫̞̝̮̹͎̥̩̍͑̅̋̀̋̌̄̒̓̌̾̀̑͆l̵̞͙̟̺̞̩̩̤̺͙̜̺͚̣̈́̓̍̅͆ ̷̧̡̱͓̬̤̳͈̪̞͎̲̣͋̓̀͗̇̏̿̌̉́̏̊́̿̎̈́̚h̵̡̩̮̻͓̞̬͊͋̀̌͑̋̅̌́͆͒̍̒̕ȩ̴̧̨͎̞͇͕̥̼̬͚̩̜̪̻̻̃͒̌͗̓̊̎̾͂̾͐͋̋̃͜͠ŗ̸̨͖̭̦̲͇̼̟́́̀̀̈̓͜.̶̨̛̪͖͍̑͂̒̏̊.̷̧̛̱̦̺̭̺̟̫̮̤̼̗̯͑̒͐̈́̊̓͛̍͋̈́͠͝.̷͔̺̲̂͂̇̊͆̏͘͝͝.̸̞̖̘͍͍̫̬͕̭̰̦͗̓́̀̓̈̈͝ͅ ̸͔̘̻̄̌̈̕m̵̢̩͓̥̜̬̙̗̺̻̲̯͍̘̰̤͑̿̓̿̽̀̒̒̂̚̚͘͠ą̶̧̺̮̬͙̬͎̲̭̤͍̜̭̠̫̝͆̄͛̅́k̷̳̰͙͚͐̃͆̐̎͋̏͗̉̑̆͒͘͠͝e̶̛̞̔̾̿̾̈́̑͋̓̀̄̀͆͒͝͝ ̵̛͎̬̮̰̦̱͎̱͈̳̰̮̰̳̽́̌̿̇͐͛̋h̷̨͈͍̠͔͛͂̎͠ẽ̴̢̛̗̱͕̜̹̿̆͐͘r̶̢̤̩͈̼̬͕̰̱̺̬̣̫̂̊͛͌̿͂̇̂̀̋̐͂̈́̕ ̸̭̩̻̽̎̅͐͝͝ŷ̸̧̫̥̬̬̻̼̰̑͋́͗͑̄͑̌̔́̍ȏ̵̺̑̈̑͝ų̶͍͉͖̙̯͕̦͓̘̣̘̺̻͚͛̔̆̅͋̌͗̌̒́̍͠ř̶͚͇͑́́́͗̚ ̷̱̆̿͗̍̎͠p̶̢̗̫̝͉͉͙̝̗͇̓̎͊́̀̅̉͛̑͆̀͘͝u̴̡͙̗̱͙͇̰͖̘̞̟͖͚͆̑͛͜p̸̛͇̳̦̠̓͋̈͂̒̚p̶̧͇̟̜̻͇̭̙̱̭̖͚͎̗͇͈͒̅͆͒͊̾͂̑̃͐̍̈͐̓́̕ẻ̵̢̩̻̱͎͚͇̟̤̠̎̓̊̄̍̈́̒̀͜ť̴̢̧̡̡̩̣̩͕̻̙̪̳̪͎̬̐̚.̸̝͔̻͉̭̳̺̙̋̂̐̄̎̚.̴̧̛̣̥͖̜̬͍̙̊̈́͆͗͐́̒̏̆̒̋̓͘͜ͅ.̵̨͙̼̝̲̥͎͆̅̈́̅̀̓͑́̏̈́̒̊͘͘͘ ̵̧̟̩̖̩̭̮̩͈͓̪͔̙̼̭̗͒̓͊̈̽͆͂͗̀̔͊͐͛͆ë̷̛̘́̂̾̊̏̉͠ṋ̵̢̜̰̒̔̅̄͆͛͒̔̌̑̀̽̀̈́͘s̷̠͈͔̯̗̈͐̀̀l̸̛̰̠̜͙̙͉͎̦̑̿̈̀͆̃̋̚ạ̵̢̞͇̹̗̜̞̏̉̓͆̎v̷̛͉̒̉̊̎͋ę̸̢̺͖̹̟͈̰̪̗̬̜͔̜͎̤͔̍̾̇͛͒ ̶̡͇̥̼̓̇̀̈́̀̽̑̄̇̄̚h̷̨͍̹̹̹̙͕̘̯̫̆̈́̋̅ͅȩ̴̠̖̲̘̜͕̖͚̰͕͉͔͉̒͋̅̿͂͆͊͆̚͝͝ͅͅͅr̷̡̙̜͍̥̫̲̪͕̯̟̂̌̓̇̿͆͐̉̚̕.̸̧̧̤͎͇̮̲̻̠̙̲̤̄̔̐̾͗̓̍̈̇̋͂͝.̷̡̻̬͓̬̮̀̌̀̊.̶̡̻̤̤͓̖̲̙̳̯̗̖̥͉̋͛̑͑̓̓̄̈̽̂̈̂̏̓͘͘.̶̧̨̧̨̳̟̭̜̲̮̦̻̥̖͓̙̌͑̓͐̐̉̓̆͑͛͘̕

̶̢͙͈͋̑̂͌̾͗̿̒͠͝E̵̡͉͓̳̅̎̔͑̉͐͛̾͆͊̍̎n̶͙̱̱̟̋̃̄̃̈́̃͛̎̋̅̎͐̽̀͝s̸̛̩͇̱̘̙̩̤̹͉̝̋̐̀̈́̈́͊̽̀̓̽͘̚͜l̷̟̣̤̯͓̹̆͛̊̍ą̷̬̞͎̙̝͌́͐̈̋͊̒̿͒̀̍͒̾̚͝͝v̵̧̢̧̻̹͙̞̖̱͉̯̖̠͉̖̙̈͐ê̴̢̢̢̨͕͎̙̘͉̫͙̦̻̹͖͎͒̿͐̑̍̎̂̋̒̓̃̑͐ ̷̡̱̤̖͓̝̘̖̪̮͕̩͔̌̽̿̆̉̔̏̈̃̐̉͜͜Ą̴̘̩͍̹̫̝͓̫͈͇͛͛̍̎̾̈́̽̐͛͗̊͘͘͜͝ĺ̶̛̰̪̭͙̈͐̓̓͐̉͝͝ḽ̵̡̅̎̾̀͌̑̃̋̎̃̔̂͠ ̸̢̫͙̦̭̼͖̜̃͒͗̎̒͛̌̈́́̀̚ǫ̵̭͈̟̗̯͕̠̘̖̏͊̽͛̌̀̅͐̆̒̈͠͝f̶̧̧̡̮̘̩͉͑̑̄͛͗̎̓̓̌͌͝͝ͅ ̷̢̢͈̱̪͉̘̱̬̹̗̗̦͚͂͑̑͘͜ṭ̴̯͕̯͓͓̰͓̥͔̝͋̾̒̆h̸̳͓̻̮̙͌̎̈́̔̽̔̀̀͂̽͌̄͝ė̸̛͉̪̃̀̄̒̂̀̍̂́̓͗͋̕͝ͅm̸̝̺͚̗̹̆͆̏̽ T̸̩̹͖̥̑͛͊̇̅̀̃̓͊͗͆͗̒̎̔͋͘a̶̛̼̼͙̪̳͔͇͕͖̲͂͛̓̑́͗̓͒̓̓͘͠ͅk̷̨̨̠̱̰̻̥̖̳͍̟̝̅̎̽̾̾͂̈́̈́̎̍̔̚̚ͅẻ̸̛̼̆̏̈̆̓̀͋̂̐̓͆͐̈́͝ ̶̢̡̛͕̭̘͔̯̾̿̉̈́̊̌̽͘ḥ̷̛̺̇̋̐͗͐̇̊̿̔̐̓͘̚͜ẹ̴̛̛͙̝̱̪̗̙̜́̂͗̌̐̇̊͌̆͝͝ŗ̶̡̯͎͈̫͎̗̩̩̭͍͕̠̠̓͒͌̿̆̔̐͆͛̾̌̚͘͠͝ͅ ̸̢͕͎͕͉̠̹͛̎͌̑̏̔ą̶͈̯̼͕̫̝̟͍͙͎͎̝̝̬̣̓̓́̌̋̂̃̃̋̍͘͜s̸͚̘͇̰̏̎̀̓͗́̈́̃̎͒͜͠ ̶̢̡̮̱͇̜͕̮͓̱̰͓̯͔̳͖̈̂͑̔̃͠ả̶̹͕̟͙̟͒̔͑̐͊̔͗̈́̍͊͂͜ ̶̛̙̺͉͖̻͕̫̜̞͉͚̫̻͕̣̼̀̋͋͌̏̏̀̕͜ş̶̠̺̗̠͕̹̗̻̖̇͌̂͆͂͌͠͝l̷̢̨͍͈̱̳͉͑̓̔͌a̷̧͉̳̖̠̝̼̗̼̹͙̗͓̫͌̏̅̕̕͜v̸̧̡̧̨̢̛̟̗̖̰͚̥͙̤̭̣͗̉͗̓͋̎̎̃̃̋̃̈́́̕͘͜͝e̴̟͔͈̗̍͊͒̓͛͂͆̋̇́͘͜,̵͔͖̾̈̎̅́̊̓͒̂̚ ̸̡̛̬̞̺̠̘̺̗̫̙̤̪̻̓͌̈́̇̆̾̊̊̒͐̈͗̓͜͠m̷̛̺͓͈͓͋̏̆͜ͅă̶̢̹̫̲͓̾̿̄̋̑͜ͅk̷̡͇͇̭̻͎̝̿̀̀̈́͋͆̆̋̄͜e̶̻͆͒̆͘ ̸̧̨̹̬͖̼͉̦͖̦̪̮̼͓̑͂̆̐̈́h̴̻̤̭͂̇̍͂͆̓̀̓͘̕͠͝ȩ̵͕̖͚̠̫͓͍̫̥̦̻̥́̆̅͌̊͗͒̾͒̕͝ͅr̷̨̡͕̺̠̳͎̟͎̞̯̪͛͂͂̈́̀̐͛̀͜ ̴̣͙̱̀͛̍̅̐͂̈́͆̓͛̓̈́̒̕y̸͖͒̅̅̂́͠͠͝ö̶̰̳͎̼̰́̽̌̿̓̒͘u̶̼̟̺̹̗̥̅̈́͠r̵̨̢̢͎̰͈͈͕͇̎͒́̓͊͆̚ͅś̴̺͈̹͔̮̊̽͊̂̃͗̽̉͗̃̍̚͝.̷̧̛͕̺̞͍̪̺͍͖̟͙̞̘͙̾̍̇̐͆̿̓̈́͛͘͘͜ͅͅ.̵͕͐͋̇̂̋̒̊̀̈́̀͘̕̚͝.̸̘̥̪͕̠̲͔̠͚̮̠̱̤̣̝̀̆̌̋̏.̸̛̝̱̱͇̻͐͛̍͑̆͆̎͑̅̀͑̎̕͘͜ͅ

̶͙̺̥̰̦͔͖́͛̎̊̔̾͌̔̿̕͝Ǩ̸̛̰̻͉͇̤͠í̵̡̮̈́̈́͌̆̅͑͋̚͠l̸͎̥͖͇̫͕̦͇̲̫̞̝̮̹͎̥̩̍͑̅̋̀̋̌̄̒̓̌̾̀̑͆l̵̞͙̟̺̞̩̩̤̺͙̜̺͚̣̈́̓̍̅͆ ̷̧̡̱͓̬̤̳͈̪̞͎̲̣͋̓̀͗̇̏̿̌̉́̏̊́̿̎̈́̚h̵̡̩̮̻͓̞̬͊͋̀̌͑̋̅̌́͆͒̍̒̕ȩ̴̧̨͎̞͇͕̥̼̬͚̩̜̪̻̻̃͒̌͗̓̊̎̾͂̾͐͋̋̃͜͠ŗ̸̨͖̭̦̲͇̼̟́́̀̀̈̓͜.̶̨̛̪͖͍̑͂̒̏̊.̷̧̛̱̦̺̭̺̟̫̮̤̼̗̯͑̒͐̈́̊̓͛̍͋̈́͠͝.̷͔̺̲̂͂̇̊͆̏͘͝͝.̸̞̖̘͍͍̫̬͕̭̰̦͗̓́̀̓̈̈͝ͅ ̸͔̘̻̄̌̈̕m̵̢̩͓̥̜̬̙̗̺̻̲̯͍̘̰̤͑̿̓̿̽̀̒̒̂̚̚͘͠ą̶̧̺̮̬͙̬͎̲̭̤͍̜̭̠̫̝͆̄͛̅́k̷̳̰͙͚͐̃͆̐̎͋̏͗̉̑̆͒͘͠͝e̶̛̞̔̾̿̾̈́̑͋̓̀̄̀͆͒͝͝ ̵̛͎̬̮̰̦̱͎̱͈̳̰̮̰̳̽́̌̿̇͐͛̋h̷̨͈͍̠͔͛͂̎͠ẽ̴̢̛̗̱͕̜̹̿̆͐͘r̶̢̤̩͈̼̬͕̰̱̺̬̣̫̂̊͛͌̿͂̇̂̀̋̐͂̈́̕ ̸̭̩̻̽̎̅͐͝͝ŷ̸̧̫̥̬̬̻̼̰̑͋́͗͑̄͑̌̔́̍ȏ̵̺̑̈̑͝ų̶͍͉͖̙̯͕̦͓̘̣̘̺̻͚͛̔̆̅͋̌͗̌̒́̍͠ř̶͚͇͑́́́͗̚ ̷̱̆̿͗̍̎͠p̶̢̗̫̝͉͉͙̝̗͇̓̎͊́̀̅̉͛̑͆̀͘͝u̴̡͙̗̱͙͇̰͖̘̞̟͖͚͆̑͛͜p̸̛͇̳̦̠̓͋̈͂̒̚p̶̧͇̟̜̻͇̭̙̱̭̖͚͎̗͇͈͒̅͆͒͊̾͂̑̃͐̍̈͐̓́̕ẻ̵̢̩̻̱͎͚͇̟̤̠̎̓̊̄̍̈́̒̀͜ť̴̢̧̡̡̩̣̩͕̻̙̪̳̪͎̬̐̚.̸̝͔̻͉̭̳̺̙̋̂̐̄̎̚.̴̧̛̣̥͖̜̬͍̙̊̈́͆͗͐́̒̏̆̒̋̓͘͜ͅ.̵̨͙̼̝̲̥͎͆̅̈́̅̀̓͑́̏̈́̒̊͘͘͘ ̵̧̟̩̖̩̭̮̩͈͓̪͔̙̼̭̗͒̓͊̈̽͆͂͗̀̔͊͐͛͆ë̷̛̘́̂̾̊̏̉͠ṋ̵̢̜̰̒̔̅̄͆͛͒̔̌̑̀̽̀̈́͘s̷̠͈͔̯̗̈͐̀̀l̸̛̰̠̜͙̙͉͎̦̑̿̈̀͆̃̋̚ạ̵̢̞͇̹̗̜̞̏̉̓͆̎v̷̛͉̒̉̊̎͋ę̸̢̺͖̹̟͈̰̪̗̬̜͔̜͎̤͔̍̾̇͛͒ ̶̡͇̥̼̓̇̀̈́̀̽̑̄̇̄̚h̷̨͍̹̹̹̙͕̘̯̫̆̈́̋̅ͅȩ̴̠̖̲̘̜͕̖͚̰͕͉͔͉̒͋̅̿͂͆͊͆̚͝͝ͅͅͅr̷̡̙̜͍̥̫̲̪͕̯̟̂̌̓̇̿͆͐̉̚̕.̸̧̧̤͎͇̮̲̻̠̙̲̤̄̔̐̾͗̓̍̈̇̋͂͝.̷̡̻̬͓̬̮̀̌̀̊.̶̡̻̤̤͓̖̲̙̳̯̗̖̥͉̋͛̑͑̓̓̄̈̽̂̈̂̏̓͘͘.̶̧̨̧̨̳̟̭̜̲̮̦̻̥̖͓̙̌͑̓͐̐̉̓̆͑͛͘̕

̶̢͙͈͋̑̂͌̾͗̿̒͠͝E̵̡͉͓̳̅̎̔͑̉͐͛̾͆͊̍̎n̶͙̱̱̟̋̃̄̃̈́̃͛̎̋̅̎͐̽̀͝s̸̛̩͇̱̘̙̩̤̹͉̝̋̐̀̈́̈́͊̽̀̓̽͘̚͜l̷̟̣̤̯͓̹̆͛̊̍ą̷̬̞͎̙̝͌́͐̈̋͊̒̿͒̀̍͒̾̚͝͝v̵̧̢̧̻̹͙̞̖̱͉̯̖̠͉̖̙̈͐ê̴̢̢̢̨͕͎̙̘͉̫͙̦̻̹͖͎͒̿͐̑̍̎̂̋̒̓̃̑͐ ̷̡̱̤̖͓̝̘̖̪̮͕̩͔̌̽̿̆̉̔̏̈̃̐̉͜͜Ą̴̘̩͍̹̫̝͓̫͈͇͛͛̍̎̾̈́̽̐͛͗̊͘͘͜͝ĺ̶̛̰̪̭͙̈͐̓̓͐̉͝͝ḽ̵̡̅̎̾̀͌̑̃̋̎̃̔̂͠ ̸̢̫͙̦̭̼͖̜̃͒͗̎̒͛̌̈́́̀̚ǫ̵̭͈̟̗̯͕̠̘̖̏͊̽͛̌̀̅͐̆̒̈͠͝f̶̧̧̡̮̘̩͉͑̑̄͛͗̎̓̓̌͌͝͝ͅ ̷̢̢͈̱̪͉̘̱̬̹̗̗̦͚͂͑̑͘͜ṭ̴̯͕̯͓͓̰͓̥͔̝͋̾̒̆h̸̳͓̻̮̙͌̎̈́̔̽̔̀̀͂̽͌̄͝ė̸̛͉̪̃̀̄̒̂̀̍̂́̓͗͋̕͝ͅm̸̝̺͚̗̹̆͆̏̽ T̸̩̹͖̥̑͛͊̇̅̀̃̓͊͗͆͗̒̎̔͋͘a̶̛̼̼͙̪̳͔͇͕͖̲͂͛̓̑́͗̓͒̓̓͘͠ͅk̷̨̨̠̱̰̻̥̖̳͍̟̝̅̎̽̾̾͂̈́̈́̎̍̔̚̚ͅẻ̸̛̼̆̏̈̆̓̀͋̂̐̓͆͐̈́͝ ̶̢̡̛͕̭̘͔̯̾̿̉̈́̊̌̽͘ḥ̷̛̺̇̋̐͗͐̇̊̿̔̐̓͘̚͜ẹ̴̛̛͙̝̱̪̗̙̜́̂͗̌̐̇̊͌̆͝͝ŗ̶̡̯͎͈̫͎̗̩̩̭͍͕̠̠̓͒͌̿̆̔̐͆͛̾̌̚͘͠͝ͅ ̸̢͕͎͕͉̠̹͛̎͌̑̏̔ą̶͈̯̼͕̫̝̟͍͙͎͎̝̝̬̣̓̓́̌̋̂̃̃̋̍͘͜s̸͚̘͇̰̏̎̀̓͗́̈́̃̎͒͜͠ ̶̢̡̮̱͇̜͕̮͓̱̰͓̯͔̳͖̈̂͑̔̃͠ả̶̹͕̟͙̟͒̔͑̐͊̔͗̈́̍͊͂͜ ̶̛̙̺͉͖̻͕̫̜̞͉͚̫̻͕̣̼̀̋͋͌̏̏̀̕͜ş̶̠̺̗̠͕̹̗̻̖̇͌̂͆͂͌͠͝l̷̢̨͍͈̱̳͉͑̓̔͌a̷̧͉̳̖̠̝̼̗̼̹͙̗͓̫͌̏̅̕̕͜v̸̧̡̧̨̢̛̟̗̖̰͚̥͙̤̭̣͗̉͗̓͋̎̎̃̃̋̃̈́́̕͘͜͝e̴̟͔͈̗̍͊͒̓͛͂͆̋̇́͘͜,̵͔͖̾̈̎̅́̊̓͒̂̚ ̸̡̛̬̞̺̠̘̺̗̫̙̤̪̻̓͌̈́̇̆̾̊̊̒͐̈͗̓͜͠m̷̛̺͓͈͓͋̏̆͜ͅă̶̢̹̫̲͓̾̿̄̋̑͜ͅk̷̡͇͇̭̻͎̝̿̀̀̈́͋͆̆̋̄͜e̶̻͆͒̆͘ ̸̧̨̹̬͖̼͉̦͖̦̪̮̼͓̑͂̆̐̈́h̴̻̤̭͂̇̍͂͆̓̀̓͘̕͠͝ȩ̵͕̖͚̠̫͓͍̫̥̦̻̥́̆̅͌̊͗͒̾͒̕͝ͅr̷̨̡͕̺̠̳͎̟͎̞̯̪͛͂͂̈́̀̐͛̀͜ ̴̣͙̱̀͛̍̅̐͂̈́͆̓͛̓̈́̒̕y̸͖͒̅̅̂́͠͠͝ö̶̰̳͎̼̰́̽̌̿̓̒͘u̶̼̟̺̹̗̥̅̈́͠r̵̨̢̢͎̰͈͈͕͇̎͒́̓͊͆̚ͅś̴̺͈̹͔̮̊̽͊̂̃͗̽̉͗̃̍̚͝.̷̧̛͕̺̞͍̪̺͍͖̟͙̞̘͙̾̍̇̐͆̿̓̈́͛͘͘͜ͅͅ.̵͕͐͋̇̂̋̒̊̀̈́̀͘̕̚͝.̸̘̥̪͕̠̲͔̠͚̮̠̱̤̣̝̀̆̌̋̏.̸̛̝̱̱͇̻͐͛̍͑̆͆̎͑̅̀͑̎̕͘͜ͅ

̶͙̺̥̰̦͔͖́͛̎̊̔̾͌̔̿̕͝Ǩ̸̛̰̻͉͇̤͠í̵̡̮̈́̈́͌̆̅͑͋̚͠l̸͎̥͖͇̫͕̦͇̲̫̞̝̮̹͎̥̩̍͑̅̋̀̋̌̄̒̓̌̾̀̑͆l̵̞͙̟̺̞̩̩̤̺͙̜̺͚̣̈́̓̍̅͆ ̷̧̡̱͓̬̤̳͈̪̞͎̲̣͋̓̀͗̇̏̿̌̉́̏̊́̿̎̈́̚h̵̡̩̮̻͓̞̬͊͋̀̌͑̋̅̌́͆͒̍̒̕ȩ̴̧̨͎̞͇͕̥̼̬͚̩̜̪̻̻̃͒̌͗̓̊̎̾͂̾͐͋̋̃͜͠ŗ̸̨͖̭̦̲͇̼̟́́̀̀̈̓͜.̶̨̛̪͖͍̑͂̒̏̊.̷̧̛̱̦̺̭̺̟̫̮̤̼̗̯͑̒͐̈́̊̓͛̍͋̈́͠͝.̷͔̺̲̂͂̇̊͆̏͘͝͝.̸̞̖̘͍͍̫̬͕̭̰̦͗̓́̀̓̈̈͝ͅ ̸͔̘̻̄̌̈̕m̵̢̩͓̥̜̬̙̗̺̻̲̯͍̘̰̤͑̿̓̿̽̀̒̒̂̚̚͘͠ą̶̧̺̮̬͙̬͎̲̭̤͍̜̭̠̫̝͆̄͛̅́k̷̳̰͙͚͐̃͆̐̎͋̏͗̉̑̆͒͘͠͝e̶̛̞̔̾̿̾̈́̑͋̓̀̄̀͆͒͝͝ ̵̛͎̬̮̰̦̱͎̱͈̳̰̮̰̳̽́̌̿̇͐͛̋h̷̨͈͍̠͔͛͂̎͠ẽ̴̢̛̗̱͕̜̹̿̆͐͘r̶̢̤̩͈̼̬͕̰̱̺̬̣̫̂̊͛͌̿͂̇̂̀̋̐͂̈́̕ ̸̭̩̻̽̎̅͐͝͝ŷ̸̧̫̥̬̬̻̼̰̑͋́͗͑̄͑̌̔́̍ȏ̵̺̑̈̑͝ų̶͍͉͖̙̯͕̦͓̘̣̘̺̻͚͛̔̆̅͋̌͗̌̒́̍͠ř̶͚͇͑́́́͗̚ ̷̱̆̿͗̍̎͠p̶̢̗̫̝͉͉͙̝̗͇̓̎͊́̀̅̉͛̑͆̀͘͝u̴̡͙̗̱͙͇̰͖̘̞̟͖͚͆̑͛͜p̸̛͇̳̦̠̓͋̈͂̒̚p̶̧͇̟̜̻͇̭̙̱̭̖͚͎̗͇͈͒̅͆͒͊̾͂̑̃͐̍̈͐̓́̕ẻ̵̢̩̻̱͎͚͇̟̤̠̎̓̊̄̍̈́̒̀͜ť̴̢̧̡̡̩̣̩͕̻̙̪̳̪͎̬̐̚.̸̝͔̻͉̭̳̺̙̋̂̐̄̎̚.̴̧̛̣̥͖̜̬͍̙̊̈́͆͗͐́̒̏̆̒̋̓͘͜ͅ.̵̨͙̼̝̲̥͎͆̅̈́̅̀̓͑́̏̈́̒̊͘͘͘ ̵̧̟̩̖̩̭̮̩͈͓̪͔̙̼̭̗͒̓͊̈̽͆͂͗̀̔͊͐͛͆ë̷̛̘́̂̾̊̏̉͠ṋ̵̢̜̰̒̔̅̄͆͛͒̔̌̑̀̽̀̈́͘s̷̠͈͔̯̗̈͐̀̀l̸̛̰̠̜͙̙͉͎̦̑̿̈̀͆̃̋̚ạ̵̢̞͇̹̗̜̞̏̉̓͆̎v̷̛͉̒̉̊̎͋ę̸̢̺͖̹̟͈̰̪̗̬̜͔̜͎̤͔̍̾̇͛͒ ̶̡͇̥̼̓̇̀̈́̀̽̑̄̇̄̚h̷̨͍̹̹̹̙͕̘̯̫̆̈́̋̅ͅȩ̴̠̖̲̘̜͕̖͚̰͕͉͔͉̒͋̅̿͂͆͊͆̚͝͝ͅͅͅr̷̡̙̜͍̥̫̲̪͕̯̟̂̌̓̇̿͆͐̉̚̕.̸̧̧̤͎͇̮̲̻̠̙̲̤̄̔̐̾͗̓̍̈̇̋͂͝.̷̡̻̬͓̬̮̀̌̀̊.̶̡̻̤̤͓̖̲̙̳̯̗̖̥͉̋͛̑͑̓̓̄̈̽̂̈̂̏̓͘͘.̶̧̨̧̨̳̟̭̜̲̮̦̻̥̖͓̙̌͑̓͐̐̉̓̆͑͛͘̕

̶̢͙͈͋̑̂͌̾͗̿̒͠͝E̵̡͉͓̳̅̎̔͑̉͐͛̾͆͊̍̎n̶͙̱̱̟̋̃̄̃̈́̃͛̎̋̅̎͐̽̀͝s̸̛̩͇̱̘̙̩̤̹͉̝̋̐̀̈́̈́͊̽̀̓̽͘̚͜l̷̟̣̤̯͓̹̆͛̊̍ą̷̬̞͎̙̝͌́͐̈̋͊̒̿͒̀̍͒̾̚͝͝v̵̧̢̧̻̹͙̞̖̱͉̯̖̠͉̖̙̈͐ê̴̢̢̢̨͕͎̙̘͉̫͙̦̻̹͖͎͒̿͐̑̍̎̂̋̒̓̃̑͐ ̷̡̱̤̖͓̝̘̖̪̮͕̩͔̌̽̿̆̉̔̏̈̃̐̉͜͜Ą̴̘̩͍̹̫̝͓̫͈͇͛͛̍̎̾̈́̽̐͛͗̊͘͘͜͝ĺ̶̛̰̪̭͙̈͐̓̓͐̉͝͝ḽ̵̡̅̎̾̀͌̑̃̋̎̃̔̂͠ ̸̢̫͙̦̭̼͖̜̃͒͗̎̒͛̌̈́́̀̚ǫ̵̭͈̟̗̯͕̠̘̖̏͊̽͛̌̀̅͐̆̒̈͠͝f̶̧̧̡̮̘̩͉͑̑̄͛͗̎̓̓̌͌͝͝ͅ ̷̢̢͈̱̪͉̘̱̬̹̗̗̦͚͂͑̑͘͜ṭ̴̯͕̯͓͓̰͓̥͔̝͋̾̒̆h̸̳͓̻̮̙͌̎̈́̔̽̔̀̀͂̽͌̄͝ė̸̛͉̪̃̀̄̒̂̀̍̂́̓͗͋̕͝ͅm̸̝̺͚̗̹̆͆̏̽

"Shut up… shut up…" Reoto muttered as he was trying so hard to keep himself from losing to his mental state. He was taking deep breaths to calm himself down, ignoring the fallen angel who was now in front of him.

"Don't ignore me human!" She delivered a harsh kick to his side, sending him flying towards a street pole where he crashed into.

"Agh, Grrr… sTop.. sto…..shut… up…. Not…now….." He didn't even care that he got hit physically, the throbbing in his head and shout of the voices were more painful. This time he clutched his head harder than before, feeling like he's close to losing control and that he's going there…

"This is pathetic." Kalawarner stated, looking down at the human in disgust who was too busy to even acknowledge her presence, it annoyed her.

"G-get away…." Reoto whispered this time….

"Hm." The fallen angel hummed as she leaned down and harshly grabbed his chin. "So now, you pay attention? What's wrong, begging for your life isn't going to save you?"

"I…I… I'm…." He panted as he felt himself slowly losing consciousness, he couldn't fight it off any longer.

"I, I, I, I what human!?" Kalawarner mocked as she brought his face up to hers. "Speak your tongue before I silence you permanently!

"I… wasn't… trying to… save myself…" He started as she tilted her head in a confused expression. "I was… trying…to save you…. From someone…"

"Oh, and from who are we talking about, human?" Kalawarner asked as she formed a spear ready to kill him.

"…fr…m…" He whispered softly annoying her.

"Speak up! Last warning!" She threatened one last time as she was ready to kill but before she could

STHINK!

"!" Kalawarner gasped as she felt something hit her stomach, she slowly looked down and her eyes widened in shock and horror. Right below her bosom there was a giant shaped hole, where the human's arm had pierced her and blood was immediately dropping to the ground, she could feel the bile reach her lips.

I̶̧̢͍̲̝̮̺͓͕͓͒̄͒̃͑̃̕̕͝ ̵̧̧̳̞͉̦̭̩̥͕̮̠̲̈́̄̅̓̒͂̚͠ẁ̴̡̨̫͓̣̤̼̮̗̣̪͎͖̉̽̿̃̂̚a̵̛̙̞͈̮̯̬̠̎̓̅̈́̈́̽̐̊̐̕s̴̡̥̯͈͕̼͈̤̖͔̰̉̀̉̄͆̽̿͜͝ ̸͖̖̠͊͂͆͋̃͐̅͂̀̄̌̌̉͘̚͝͝t̷͎̦̟̗͎̠͚͂̾ŕ̶̡̨̘̟̗̙͙͊̂̄͝ý̴̢̡̡̭͎̤̝͎̝̜͙̥̏͜͝î̶̢͓̯̟͍͓̥̦̮̪̀̌̾̌̅́̚͘͜ṇ̶̨̢̡̰̦̤̰̬͚͍͓̬̳̼̀̀̔̍̌̈́̾̅͌̃̀̊͒͐͜͠͝ģ̶̟͉͕͒̿̄́͐̆̅̏ ̶̧̮̫̯̮̝͔̞̫̤͉͇̟̭͍͑̃͐̽̅͆̿̽̚̕̚t̷̨̢̛̪͚̮̥̯́͂̋̃̍͑̊̔̀̃͗̓͘o̸̡̧̰̰̲̫̜̗̯̫͇͖̎̆̾̽́̎͝ ̴̡͔͚͖͖͓̝͑͛̀s̷͓̺̫̎̏̈̚ą̷̡̟̰͚̝̯͉̘̝͛̓͛̕v̷̧̜̹͈̤̯̲̙̫̥̹̪̪͔̇͆́̿́̆͋͜e̸̢̧͈̙̫̜̝̥̓͗̾̋͗͑̊̄͑̌̔̀͝ ̴̡̨̧̗͕̙̦̺̟̦̯͎̂̆͐y̵̢̝̣̠̲̩̣̜̜͚̗̔̿̍͜ơ̷̺͙̫͓͊̃̉̈̽̎̌̅̾̈̅̎͒̕͘ừ̶̢͉̹̲͕͙̻̯̟̫͗͋̓͂̀̔̈́̎̚͝͝͠ͅ…̶̨͈͎͈͉̟̺̹̤̼̋̌̓̒͒̓͛́̀̇͜ͅͅ ̶̡̢̛̬̭̮̣̮͉̠̹̘̫͓̇̕̕f̵̡͈̻̗̟̙̠̻̙̩̟̜̼͈͓̦̓̄̋̈́̾̑̄̆͠ͅṟ̷̪̼̤̖̭͇̝̲̼̻͕͈̺̬̼͗̐̈́̂̈́̀̈́̈̔̒͘̕͜͝͝͠o̴̡̡̯̦̲̖̪̙̝̗̜̫̬̗͒̇̽͗͜͜m̸̨̨̬͉̹̤̥̮͛̽̑̿ͅ ̵̤̻̰͕̯̠̖̋́̈́̓͆͗̓̀̈̿̔̆̎̍͜͝m̶̤̭̙̦̜̟͐̓͛̍͌̎͊͐̽̈̓͐̿͝͠ę̵̛̜̲͕̠̠̟̜̘͈̱̱̝͋͋̉̃̏̈́̑̀̈́̂͘̚͠͝͝…̶̲̯͖̟̜̲̪̞̩̣͉̭̝̖̋̽͌͜͜.̸̡̬̲̻͎̝͈̳̠͙̼̣͇̭̲͖͊͆̀͝

She let out another gasp as the boy quickly removed his arm from her stomach as she slowly backed away and then dropped to her knees as her intestines spilled out onto the floor.

She looked back at and her body froze in fear. The human that she thought was harmless no longer panting in pain… no he was looking at her with a smile. A very eerily wide smile that stretched from ear to ear with his head tilted like a scarecrow and his eyes, his eyes were no longer brown. Now there was nothing but a pitch-black empty abyss making him look like one of the monsters you see in your nightmares which makes it even scarier.

"What's wrong….. are you scared?" 'Reoto' asked as he slowly walked over to the fallen crow. Kalawarner couldn't move, she couldn't even if she wanted to. Her stomach was badly damaged and the boy's attack had pierced her spine, taking away her ability to use her legs. All she could do was nothing but shutter in fear and despair as the boy she thought was nothing more than a weakling, was a now monster in human flesh.

Reoto then walked around her and gently traced a hand along her wings, causing her to shudder and let out an involuntarily moan. Despite her fear, she couldn't help but blush at how gentle his hands were.

"Such pretty wings…. Truly befitting of an angel once born from the heavens…" 'Reoto' stated as he was now completely behind her. "Only to be forever stained by your sins… foolishness, lust, desire, greed… all things that mark a fallen angel… but there's one thing missing..." 'Reoto' trailed off as he used both hands to gently massage her wings, making her blush in embarrassment. His hands soon reached her back right at the root of her wings.

"They need to be clipped." He whispered and Kalawarner's eyes widened in shock as she knew what he was about to do but before she could plead him to stop, he had grabbed them and immediately pulled them out, ripping the wings from her back.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed to the heavens as her wings were ripped away from her body. One of the few things she had left from heaven… it was gone… it felt like her soul was ripped out of her body. She only stare at them in horror as the wings were thrown in front of her face. Slowly, she reached out to it, trying to hold on to the last thing that was hers… but she couldn't as 'Reoto' stepped in front of her.

She looked at him in dread as she couldn't look up at him, she was too afraid to look at his eyes, those eyes filled with nothing but malice and true evil…. Her boss, he was completely wrong…. He thought that this human had a sacred gear and would be an annoyance to their plans but he was wrong…. This was someone else…. Someone far more dangerous….

"Now… I need you to do one last thing…. for me and your suffering will be over." He kneeled down as stared at her with and spoke with a glitchy voice.

"C̷̱̤̏̂͝A̵̹̮̮̱̖͑N̶̯̲͙͍̉….. ̸̡͓̳̤͎͑̈͂̀Ỵ̵̑͘O̸͉̩͕͊͐͘͠͝Ú̶͈̳̝̩́… ̶̱̰̤̈́͒͘L̶͉̙̟̈͂͆O̴̳̐̋̓̃O̷̅̏͗ͅḰ̶̨̩̼̮̆͐̌̚͜… ̷̭̫͈͈̦͋͊M̷͉̬͖̺̳̀É̷̢̮͙̗́̂ ̴̲͙͓̲͉͂̕…I̶͓̖̋́̐N̶̝͊̉̉… ̴̺̑T̴̰̙̎̔H̶̢̧̪͍̿̋É̴̠̱̪̰̐̿̆… ̸̛̟͎̰̈́̆͠Ē̴̺̆Y̸̮̤̗͔̐E̶̯̯̅̉͒͘? He asked as she slowly looked up at him and she couldn't do anything but whimper in despair. She had a way out…. He warned her to get away… but she didn't listen and because of her pride and arrogance… her fate was sealed.

"Goodbye…." He whispered before snapping his fingers and suddenly

…..SPLAT!

Kalawarner's body exploded into pieces. Parts of her organs and flesh flying over as her blood stained the streets.

'Reoto' watched as the fallen angel's body exploded with a cruel smile. He raised a hand to wipe his face and stared at the blood in his hands, smiling at the bloodshed he spilled.

"Hmhmhmhm, what a poor creature. Surely thought she would last longer… could've made a good addition to my collection of puppets… Oh well… you know what they say, they're a plenty of fish in sea."

Reoto' then turned his head once more and his eyes were staring ….right…at…..you.

And once more, he formed a creepy smile, this time with his mouth wide open showing his razor-sharp teeth, and his pitch-black eyes.

"W̸͍̠̿O̵̹̩̒̿ͅU̴̖͆̿̚L̷̝̘̙̽̎D̷̢̫̜̾Ǹ̶̨̫̑'̶̳̗̊͛̐̓T̸͖̘̿͋̐̓ ̴̱̓Y̷̧̛̭̗̓͂Ọ̵͒́̀̀͝U̶̢̇̓͗͐̕ ̴̼͚͊͛A̴̛͖͇̓́̓̏G̷̳̥͒̾R̵͌̽̕͜͝Ḛ̶̝̅E̶̢̥̙͊͝?̶̺͓̦̚͠"