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The night was cool and calm as Koharu sat on the rood outside her bedroom window, feeling the soothing wind caress her skin as she tried to tune out the tantrum her father was throwing downstairs. He had been watching a football game while drinking, something that was all too common, and his team was losing - not a good thing for someone who was a bad drunk. A sigh slipped past her lips as she laid her head on the tops of her knees, which were pulled against her chest. Of course her mother was ignoring him, it was a miracle if the woman even acknowledged anything going on in the house.

Soon the cool breeze got a little too cold for Koharu and she was forced to retreat into her bedroom. Upon shutting the window the girl's room instantly warmed up, a little too quickly than what was normal.

[b][color=f7976a]"I really need to figure this out..."[/color][/b] She muttered as her bright eyes drifted to land on a paid of ornate chopsticks that rested upon her desk. It had only been a few days since she the things had suddenly appeared in her backpack, she had no idea where they had come from but she felt compelled to not throw them out. The warmth they radiated was...comforting.

It had been a long time since she had felt a positive emotion or feeling within her home, normally it was nervousness and a hope that she would be overlooked so as not to be an object of her fathers drunken tantrums. But these two pieces of wood made her feel warm and safe, she didn't know why and couldn't explain it. So in her room they stayed, though she had to admit that she really wanted to know where they had come from. Had someone at school put them in her bag? Why did they give off such heat? Why did she have such a strange feeling of duty when holding them? So many questions yet no answers.

Koharu went to sit on her bed but stopped when a faint yet piercing sound echoed through the air, the hair on the her arms prickling with apprehension. Her gaze was instantly drawn to the window, looking to the city that rested beyond. She felt something pulling her, wanting her to follow that sound. Without really thinking the blonde girl grabbed her chopstick and shoved them into the ponytail in her hair, slipped a coat on and rushed out of the house, ignoring the screams of her father as he told her to come back.

Thankfully she didn't live far at all and a quick run found her in front of a convenience store, though as she stood there she felt herself freeze up. What was she doing? Why had she come here? If something dangerous was in there what was she supposed to do?
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