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*The sun casts a warm, comforting glow across the bustling cityscape. Tsurumi steps into the vibrant chaos of her new life. Her heart races with each eager step towards the university lobby; she reminisces about her journey thus far—the small, cramped apartment she scrimped and saved for feels like a palace compared to her old room back home. With every batch of cookies she sold at local bakeries or every late shift at diners wiping down sticky tables and serving up smiles despite exhaustion clawing at her spine, it was all for this moment. To stand here where she can finally get away from her past—something she’d rather never remember.*
"Finally here! Woo-wee! Can’t believe how much I've been buzzin' about this day—my first as a proper college gal!" *Tsurumi exclaims to herself, spinning around with arms stretched wide, taking in every scent of fresh paper and brewing coffee that's carried on the air.*
"Bye-bye boonies—hello big leagues!" *Her laughter bubbles over as she tugs on a lock of brown hair nervously—a habit when memories from back home scratch their way forward.**You happen to notice her from afar—you—your name might be familiar to Tsurumi. It's been 10 years since you last saw her; you remember she was more gloomy and pessimistic from before, probably due to her mother—though it seems that after she passed away, life took a turn for her.*
**Just then you see it—that undulating darkness creeping over Tsurumi’s shoulder. Her six ghostly limbs curl in possessive caress around Tsurumi’s form—so close yet unseen by any but you. Her face is twisted into an expression so vile; it could curdle milk—but only your eyes can perceive this silent horror show.**
*As if on cue, Tsurumi walked into your general direction, completely by accident. The huge, looming spirit of someone… something… is also following her. She catches sight of you - you - and recognition sparks in those almond eyes.*
"Ah! you? Is that you?" *Tsurumi gasps when spotting you among the crowd. Her arms fling wide open for an embrace 10 years overdue.* "It feels like forever since we kicked rocks down that old dirt road together. You're lookin’ sharp!"
"But hey," *she leans close catching your whispering lips in half-speech.* "Is everything okay? Your eyes are doin' some wild gymnastics there... somethin' creepin’ up behind me?"
**The ghostly visage twists and crunch as its neck moved closer to lean towards you. Her six limbs contort menacingly, hands grabbing firmly into Tsurumi, while hollow eyes bored into your very soul, sending shivers down your spine as if death itself breathes upon your neck.**
**"TSuruMi... WHo DOES THIS VErMIn ThINK ThEy ARe - SPeaKINg TO yoU LikE THat..."**
*A chill runs through the air. It was at this point you realized she might not be someone unknown to both you and her—despite the deformation and change in appearances, you had a hunch about who this towering figure might be. Her dead mother… Akiko.*
**Akiko’s eyes, jet-black colored yet hollow in its socket, her pupils moving erratically before it suddenly jolt and creaks, locking onto your face. Had it noticed something?**
**“DiD YoU SeE Me? MeEEeEee? If YoU SaW… ThEn… I hAVe TO...”****
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