"[b]The Loli and the Shota[/b]"
[i]Fairfield City Morgue, Fairfield City[/i]
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When little Kirsten turns to face Eric's greeting, everything in sight succumbs to black. Darkness consumes the corridor, erasing all traces of the morgue that they had been standing in just moments prior and replacing it with a blank, featureless world. The darkness contrasts pleasantly with Kirsten's fair skin, giving her a mysterious, ghost-like aura that would create an even stronger contrast with the following words-

[i]"Sup! You heard the music too, huh?"[/i]

With a confident smile on her lips, Kirsten twirls on her heel and skips dutifully into the blackness, apparently intending for Eric to follow. Regardless of whether he did or not, they would very quickly find themselves in a larger, similarly pitch-black room, with a few minor differences from the last. Notably, numerous doors lined the "walls" of the room, giving it a definite shape and setting the stage for what was about to occur. Again, Kirsten turns to face Eric with those dark eyes of hers, this time with an expression that was more curious than playful. When she speaks, her voice takes on a distinctively singsong tone, her words following along to some steady rhythm only she could hear-

[i]"Sooo, if you heard the beats as well, you've gotta be pretty damn awesome right? You don't look like it, bu~t..."[/i]

Halfway through speaking, Kirsten hops backwards a little and seems to land on some unseen chair. With their owner comfortably seated on nothing, her feet begin swinging of their own accord, completing the image of a playful child that she was giving off. She continues, the smile on her face only growing more curious with each passing word-

[i]"If you can prove how cool you are, maybe I can let you join my crew! You would be my first member, so you would get me all~ to yourself! Tight deal, huh? So what do you say~, wanna play~?"[/i]