"Halt, traveler," she commanded, her voice surprisingly small but filled with an inexplicable gravity. "The boundary lines have been compromised. To step further is to invite the wrath of the unseen."
A figure stood motionless in the center of the pedestrian bridge, silhouetted against the flickering glow of a faulty streetlight. They wore a billowing black gothic lolita dress, combat boots, and—most strikingly—a stark white eyepatch over their right eye. 1 : A Chance Encounter... with Wicked Lord Shingan
"Liars are the first to be consumed by the Void!" she shouted, pointing a frilly umbrella at him as if it were a rapier. "The resonance is undeniable! The contract is being forged even as we speak!" They wore a billowing black gothic lolita dress,
A sudden gust of wind caught her umbrella, nearly turning it inside out. She stumbled, her cool exterior cracking for a split second as she scrambled to regain her footing. In that moment of vulnerability, Yuuta didn't see an omen of doom—he saw a girl who was just as lonely and imaginative as he used to be. The contract is being forged even as we speak
As Yuuta approached, the figure’s head snapped toward him. Her golden-yellow eye narrowed with a terrifying intensity.
He sighed, the weight of his umbrella feeling a little lighter. "Fine, 'Wicked Lord Shingan.' If the boundary is closed, is there a... detour? One that doesn't involve being consumed by the Void?"
"Got it," Yuuta said, walking past her. "Thanks for the warning."