She was living alone in a narrowed cottage near the farms out of the city. It was fifteen minutes of walk to reach the shrine. She hated to take a cab so prepared a bicycle to live ordinary as others did.
It was three years passed since she devoted herself to this shrine. She doubted that this person was the murder of the disaster that had occurred to them eight years ago. She was seventeen now and never had consumed pixie cores or cube energies.
She could not accept to become a monster, no, it was impossible. She was just a normal girl like others. But this burn mark had already made her terrifying. If it wasn't for the mask even the children were afraid of her. She always heard murmurs, saying, look at her, she is strange. She puffed in the air, shutting the magic book cover closed, let it be on the table.
