crossed--fates:
Yomiel usually didn’t pay much attention to people on the streets. They didn’t pay attention to him, so why bother? He just walked around the streets unnoticed by everyone, not caring about anything, walking the same lonely road he always have known.
But for a brief second, something caught the Manipulator’s attention. A woman dressed almost exactly like him, with sunglasses and everything. He stopped on his track and looked directly at her, fronwing. Was he starting to have hallucinations or something? Or this could be another weird alternate.
Almost at the same time, the man in red entered the Ghost World to confirm his doubts and he was kinda shocked when he saw the radiation coming from her body, though it seemed a bit different at the same time.
“I ask you the same, though I’ll be polite enough to introduce myself first. Name’s Yomiel.” His voice echoed through the void of the Ghost World. He was itching to ask more questions but he had to be patient. “Who are you?”
Zora’s eyes narrow slightly.
“Zora. Zora Salazar.” No harm using my real name. “Ah suppose ah don’t have ta tell you this. But ah’m dead.”
She adjusted her sunglasses. A small flicker of green emanating behind them.
“I thought I was the only one who was killed the day Arsene fell to Taiga Country.”
