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Lots of things happened instantly.

Saya never heard of the word "f-ck" before. As if to memorize the word as hard as she could, she innocently replayed the word over and over again in her head. F-ck, f-ck, f-ck, she thought, wondering what the word meant. She heard Duatos say strange words like "freak" and "sofa-king," but never did she hear the word "f-ck."

A strange little word. It sounded like a particularly straightforward word. And Saya did not know how to give out f-cks like the [color=ed1c24]cigarette person[/color] did. Instead, she wanted to give out a potato chip to make the person feel better.

Saya then saw a [color=ec008c]woman[/color] appear out of nowhere! It was magic in her eyes, and probably magic to many other people, including the cigarette woman. In fact, the cigarette woman apparently gave a "f-ck."

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The dark-haired girl tilted her head ever-so-slightly, her frail body still clutching onto her chips and doll. The woman who appeared out of somewhere touched her cheek.

But then... But when [color=ed1c24]Cigarette[/color] shouted at the [color=ec008c]person[/color] touching Saya with many f-cks to give, the woman suddenly slapped Cigarette! Saya felt nervous. She heard from [color=ed1c24]Papa[/color] that slapping people was bad, all the while being slapped by a blonde angel that called him an "old hag." Saya knew Duatos learned lots of things about people, so she believed in his words.

So when Saya saw the strange woman slap Cigarette, she felt a little scared.

[hider=!]Duatos, who stood on the roof, raised a hand to silence a talkative angel as he felt a strange sensation run down his mind.

"[color=fff79a]Hey, don't shut me up![/color]" Ilvya grumbled.

"[color=ed1c24]Silence,[/color]" Duatos responded, his eyes slowly beginning to glow red.

A chilling sensation ran down his mind once more. And as he began to look around the roof, he thought to himself,

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Saya held onto her doll and chips as she slightly backed off.

She began to feel fear. Thankfully, the [color=bc8dbf]person who had disappeared earlier[/color] came back, but now she looked like she was going to hurt the woman who slapped Cigarette. Her blank look was ever-so-slightly contorted, her lip quivering a few times. Perhaps she needed to stay in her dorm...?