Eshu and his lantern’s glow brightly spotlighted her from above as if the sun revolved around her, providing a heavenly light that always guided her forward and fueled her spirits until it radiated like her magical uniform. Entering into the unknown as the thought of potential danger had been replaced by remembering that her classmates would often gripe that nighttime made their school look like a lifeless husk. And in response, the school’s faculty briefly mentioned that they’d be creating late night clubs in hopes to liven the place up, maybe because they feared that the walls had ears to hear. But all the talk proved to be cheap as their two cent interpretations on both sides of the coin. Such shallow investments wasted on well-wishes would’ve been better drown out if one dared to dive deeper and discover their first step plunging into a pool of blood, only to realize they’d just gotten their feet wet. Morbid as the scenery and the sounds of sloppy eating coming from whatever lurked beyond the basement's doors. Her desires would be unlike her peers, in that she would beat the life out of the school and hope that it stays dead. 

Her new-found heroism now faced an ugly truth with an unsightly underbite. The demon’s grating screech pierced her senses like a hand nailed into a chalkboard. Neck and neck no more, as her passionate swing cut the tension smoothly as butter to a hot knife. Its head marrying the beautiful blade until it was divorced from the body. Despite Eshu hearing her heart boom inside her chest, loud as the outside thunder. He witnessed a hero ending the encounter swift as lightning, even though he knew that the storm of demons raged on. He believed answering the cries for help would lead her to understand the grim nature of her true calling. The corpse would vaporize out of existence but the urgency of the situation hadn’t evaporated yet, as Eshu would hover over Kiyoko and alert Mika calmly. 

[color=f49ac2]“Your friend — might still be alive. But she needs treatment fast.”[/color]

His words were accurate against all odds. The floor and her body was practically painted red, but that raised the question of how does one person even spill that much blood? Perhaps the answer was behind leaking cardboard box number two, or three, or the many with their tops sealed in layers of duct tape that littered the room along with the discarded bones. How did she just start smelling the presence of rotting flesh? But somehow she could resist the normal reaction to retch and focus on problem solving. The hospital wasn’t that far from school and she still had a working cellphone; although its battery would spare her a mere minute to call for an ambulance. Eshu would interrupt this process with an alternative method.

[color=f49ac2]“Listen. I cannot mend her wounds. The demon has cursed her with its evil. You can carry her and go get her help faster than anyone can come to you.”[/color] Frowning as his bleak eyes would stare down at her and make a plea. [color=f49ac2]“And I know this will be hard. But when you get there, you must set her down somewhere and hurry home. I’ll make sure she’s noticed and that the professionals do their jobs. But you mustn't cast suspicion on yourself, when the demons will be actively searching for you now. Do you understand? This is for the good of everyone...”[/color]