IT WAS EVIDENT what she had done now, Kira doubting at firstâuntil he notices a young man a few steps ahead of him, suddenly fall flat on the ground, blood bursting from his nose with an oddly satisfying crunch of cartilage. Yoshikage steps back in a shock and disgust, careful not to get any blood on his Valentino shoes.
A telepath? What an odd woman.
But now, he believes. So she didnât seem to have a Stand ; he would have seen it by now. Sheâs just sitting there, like any normal old woman would have, the kind that FEEDS PIGEONS at the park because she doesnât have anything better to do. Quite the façade of normalcy that Kira admires slightly. So he settles down, a calm brushing its fingers across a rousing of stress.
â That sounds rather ridiculous, but youâve convinced meâŠIâm sorry for such a hostile greeting. Iâm usually not used to someone knowing my name, let alone, the fact that Iâm a serial killer. Since you can see things inside my head, I think youâd understand, miss. â
âOh dear, do be sure watch your shoes!â
She chuckles in amusement, frail and wrinkled body shaking with each jostle of laugher. Another two or three fall, from somewhere else in the park a dog could be heard yipping
for itâs master to continue their walk. Sheâs sure to implant the mighty need to tear into
his and any other nearby throats. Stupid little creatures.
âQuite alright, itâs to be expected. Youâve quite the broiling hatred in you-
Mister Yoshikage. Men, women, the unnatural... Hmn, you really should thank
your stars I appear as I do. There are other children of the Atom born unfortunately
ugly.â
Filthy, ugly, decaying MAGGOTS. Rotting and SHITTING all over the planetâs face!
The race as a whole was so... Unappealing! His hatreds were more than justified in
the eyes of a creature as loathsome and terrible as the Mummudrai, Cassandra Nova.
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