Thank you so much for 100 amazing chapters of ENTITY! Three months ago, I started the biggest project of my life at 13, and it's been an incredible journey. I can't reveal how many chapters remain, but rest assured, the adventure only gets more thrilling. Enjoy, and here's to the next 100! See you at 200!
— JaydenIQ
Across the seas from Trila and Nahata lay the peaceful, mysterious land of Anata, famous for its strange happenings—none more curious than the woman in the orange coat, who appeared only once every blue moon. Tonight, as the blue moon lit the sky, she returned.
Umbrella in hand, she descended gracefully onto the ancient stone stairway leading into Anata. A golden pocket watch clicked shut in her palm as she smiled. "It's time."
The city was alive with colorful lights, casting vibrant hues over the snow-covered streets. Her arrival turned heads, as always. Some whispered, others glared. She remained silent, aloof, as menacing eyes followed her every move. Many had tried to stop her in the past—some threatened her, others even tried to kill her. They all failed.
She glanced at the newspaper headlines, her smile widening. "Seems like the younger ones are getting smarter these days," she mused, tossing the paper aside. As she neared the village's edge, ready to drift off the cliff with her blue-striped umbrella, a man rushed toward her, brandishing a knife. "You've terrorized us long enough! I'm here to end you!"
Her smile widened, amused. Without flinching, she allowed the knife to plunge into her stomach. It passed through her body like paper, leaving no blood, no wound. The man recoiled in horror.
"You can't kill me," she said calmly. "My body will simply heal. Your knife, however, stays with me."
Panic flashed across his face. "She's a monster!" he screamed, trying to flee. With a flick of her finger, he collapsed at her feet.
"Fool me once, I'll track you down and make you bow. Fool me twice, and I'll take your head as a trophy." She pulled the tip of her umbrella from its sheath, and the man froze, paralyzed by fear. His eyes filled with silent pleas for mercy as she stabbed him, his soul pouring out with his last breath.
"I crave red snow for those foolish enough to challenge me," she whispered, snatching his soul from his chest. "You belong to me now. Never forget the name—the Umbrella Lady."
Three hours later, a search party was combing the area, looking for the man. A woman, dressed in a similar coat but blood-red, joined them. "Have you found him?" she asked with a twisted grin, her umbrella of blood in hand.
"No," a villager replied nervously.
Her smile darkened. "Good. Look for him, and you'll meet the same fate." The snow beneath her feet stained red as she vanished into the night, leaving two souls behind.
"I'll be the most powerful woman in the world once Saharos is mine," the Umbrella Lady declared, wings sprouting from her back. "And then, I'll own every soul."
Though she was considered a legend, the people of Anata still dared to provoke her—unaware of the soul-snatching terror they faced.
The Umbrella Lady laughed softly. "Entities."