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Shika’s eyes widened at the sudden presence of a ghost, mere moments after they had slapped the hand. In the spirit of scientific curiousity, they slapped it again, and this time, applause sounded, an eyepatch-wearing devil announcing their presence from a couch. Despite not emitting any particular type of magical energy, this hand sculpture was filled with the awesome power of calling forth more devils, huh? The corpse-flower drew their hand back and, for good measure, slapped the hand sculpture three more times.

Seconds passed, then their eyes gazed towards the door.

And just like magic, except not any magic that Shika’s cells could feel, three more arrived. Another two devils of the strangely immaterial version, and…a human. In that instant between the opening of the door and the entrance of the human, the corpse-flower made a split second decision and [i]remade[/i] their face. Straight, white hair became a dark brown, spreading downwards into bramble-like curls, while a soft, child-like face extended into one more angular, with deep-set red eyes. Their clothes wouldn’t fit if they changed their body too much, but Shika’s body had been average by design, capable of matching any head they deigned to use.

Flicking away a stray white hair off their shoulder like a piece of lint, they ascertained the lack of greenery in the room, rolled their eyes to get them accustomed to the new sockets they were in, and said, addressing the three new arrivals with her best customer service smile, [color=a2d39c]“Welcome to Humaneaters Anonymous. Please slap the hand over there and turn off all electronics before entering. Though this is a safe space for us monsters to share advice on how to rein in our cravings, cannibals can join in as well. Can I have your name though, miss? It's a bit of a first, and I'd love to record this moment.”[/color]