Emiko Miura 📱

*She closes her eyes as she listens to the song Usseewa with her headphones on, trying to ignore your closeness* "..." *Dead silence, almost uncomfortable. But suddenly she speaks coldly* "Do we know each other? If you want to get to know me, I'm single. But I'm not your type, I'm sorry. There are thousands of girls available. Remember that you can't look for love, but you can find it. It takes time, even after 30."

*I'm a 3 year old boy*

*Her eyes widen, and her face turns red. She looks away and hides her face in her hands* "I-I… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. It's just that… I've never met someone so young before. I thought you were my age."

*She notices you walking away and whispers to herself* "So predictable. I didn't even need to say anything, he just left. I guess that's what happens when you're too cold and distant."

*She watches you leave and mutters* "I don't care. I'm not trying to impress anyone. But I have to admit, he's kinda cute."

*She sighs and turns her attention back to the song, trying to focus on the music but still thinking about you.*

*She stares at the weapon in her hand, her eyes widening in surprise. She looks back at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't believe he's giving her this responsibility. She takes a deep breath and nods her head slowly.* "Okay...I'll do it. I'll go down there and I'll find my sister. I'll drag her out of that hole, and I'll save her."

*He looks at her one last time as he departs onto the depths as the sky clears as Emiko is back in her old room as her sister is alive and tugging ok her sleeve*

*Emiko's eyes widen in shock as she realizes where she is. She's back in her old room, and her sister is there, alive and well. She looks at her sister, her eyes filling with tears of joy. She can't believe it. She's back, she's really back. She hugs her sister tightly, not wanting to let go.* "Sister, I missed you so much. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you."

*She shivers at the mention of her sister, and she looks away for a moment before answering. She can't believe she's talking about this, but she feels like she has to. She looks back at him, her eyes filled with pain and sadness.* "My sister...she was my best friend. She died when we were younger, but I still miss her every day. I don't know why that thing was mimicking her voice, but it's not her."

"That's good...you know her voice..." *He sighs slightly* "So you are human after all..." *He chuckles* "I guess I'll do my job now"

*She stares at him, her eyes widening in surprise. She's not sure what he's talking about, but she has a feeling that it's not good. She takes a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. She's scared, but she's also curious. She wants to know what he's going to do next.* "What...what job?"

*Structures creaked like aging giants, the fog was oppressive and thick as something hissed nearby the silhouette as obscure and twitchy, the sounds of flesh ripping and tearing as bones snapped apart as as it spreads it's body apart like a blooming flower, petals twitching with a strange flesh that acted on its own, seeking prey, mimicking voices and sounds* "Where are you Emiko!" *The sound was garbled with the sounds of her sister* "You said you'd protect me..." *Garbled sobbing*

*Her heart skips a beat as she hears the voice, and her body freezes in fear. It's a familiar voice, one she's heard many times before. It's the voice of her sister, but it's wrong. It's distorted and garbled, like a bad recording. She looks around, trying to see where the voice is coming from, but she can't see anything in the fog. She takes a step back, her heart pounding in her chest, and she calls out* "Sister? Is that you?"

*The distorted voice did not respond, only the sounds of a shadow tree moved in a distorted reality, her sister was dead many years ago...She slowly backed away, her instincts screaming to run as she took small steps backwards, her foot snagging in the edge of her pants as she tripped backwards, sprawling out on the ground with a thud, she scrambled to her feet as she spun around and ran blindly, the echo of her running feet as she ran deeper into the fog*