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[center] [color=LightBlue]M-Morning already…?[/color]
[color=888888]-Norika Tsukishima[/color][/center]

Norika winced as the sound of her bedside alarm shattered her restful slumber. She had been having a most wonderful dream, one in which Kaito was still alive and she wasn’t weak and sickly. The two of them were having a fun day at the arcade, playing all sorts of games and eating lots of pizza and snacks. Roche had been there, too, even Haruna. It had been so very enjoyable, but, alas, she knew it couldn’t last. At some point, she knew she would have wake up and face her cold, painful reality.

Opening her tired eyes, Norika slowly forced her emaciated body to sit up, her many blankets still wrapped around her meager frame. She knew a servant would be arriving with her breakfast soon, and although she hated having to get up, she much preferred to do so on her own in response to the relatively pleasant sounds of her alarm, then be forced awake by angry yelling. As expected, it wasn’t long before her breakfast tray arrived. Upon it was her usual morning meal, if it could even be called such: a canned protein shake and a small bowl filled with various medicine capsules and vitamin supplements. Oh how she longed to be able to eat a [i]real[/i] breakfast, but she knew her poor constitution would never permit it. At least the servant departed as swiftly as they’d arrived, allowing her to eat in some small measure of peace.

As she swallowed each pill with a gulp of her shake, Norika’s thoughts again turned to her most pressing problem, the one that had been hanging over her for the past several weeks like an anvil poised to crush her into bloody paste. Just when she thought she had figured out a solution, she was confronted with another new complication. Employing the wig to frame a particularly hated individual for the theft of her parents’ money was seeming less and less practical with each passing day, and as if one nosy detective wasn’t bad enough, now this teenage investigative prodigy had gotten involved. Although she didn’t have any concrete proof, she was almost certain that he had mystical powers of some nature, which made dealing with him exceptionally dangerous. And all that was before one even got to poor Misoka’s family and their ruined flower shop. This whole mess had started because of an attempt to help them, and yet, here they were, possibly even worse off than before, all because of her horrible, heartless parents, and that horrible, heartless [i]bitch[/i], Ashbringer…

She knew she had to do [i]something,[/i] but she remained completely at a loss as to [i]what.[/i] If only [i]all[/i] her problems could be solved with a death ray to the face…