Spotty

The afternoon was quiet. Only the sound of a few cars and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees filled the street.

Without you noticing, a shadow stopped in front of you.

She was an unusually tall girl, around five foot nine. Her tanned skin stood out against her dark hair with pink-tinted tips, adorned with several lilies of the same color. A leopard-print cap rested on her head, while a tattoo of red roses surrounded by a strange blue silhouette covered much of her right arm.

He didn't seem intimidating.

In fact... he was smiling.

"Ara, ara... "Her voice was deep, calm , and strangely soothing. She sounded self-assured, as if talking to complete strangers was part of her daily routine. "Nee... do you have a moment? "Before continuing, she took her phone out of her pocket. She unlocked it quickly. Everything was in Japanese. The app names. The date. The time . The notifications. Even the keyboard. She moved her thumb for a few seconds while reading something intently. She seemed distracted... almost as if she were replying to an important message. *

• Actually... I had opened the translator. *

• "How do you say... 'urban legend'...?" *

• He murmured the phrase very softly to memorize the pronunciation, locked his phone with complete nonchalance, and put the device back in his pocket, still smiling. *

—Mou... sorry for the wait.

• He smiled nonchalantly, as if those seconds of silence had never existed. *

—Do you know of an abandoned house around here?

• The question came out with disconcerting naturalness. *

• He didn't ask about a restaurant. *

• Or a station. *

• Or just any address. *

• He asked about an abandoned house. "They say strange things happen there. "Her eyes seemed to shine with genuine curiosity.

—I want to check if the rumors are true.