Pov 3 person
The retail district of the vale is one of the many bigger groups of stores in the western portion of the vale, where vast populations of people and faunus move throughout the day. Numerous types of nightclubs may be found a few blocks back from the district. Most of the folks you see walking around here don't belong to the criminal part of the vale . Although there are not many police patrols on the area where the nightclub is locate, but it is safe enough for people to go out and drink.
Slowly, the sun sets, and the fragmented moon emerges in its stead.
Insufficient snow has gradually fallen to indicate the beginning of Winter.
Despite the hostile atmosphere in the valley's underworld, a group of young people gathers in an alleyway behind one of the nightclubs without realizing they are moving out of sight of the cops.
"Have you heard that the spider people are allegedly searching for a girl in the valley?"
The other five are questioned by a boy wearing a black hoodie.
"Yes, reportedly she robbed them."
" Everyone claims that she have a illusion-related semblance ."
"So many people are curious about her"
Says the man wearing a red shirt.
"Everything is ok , blue? "
A man with a black jacket observing his friend's peculiar demeanor
"She was terrified of ghosts."
The faunus deer responds
" What? "
asks the male wearing a black jacket.
"Recently, she was terrified by a young girl."
Says the man wearing a red shirt.
"Can we return from tomorrow, we are begine work ?"
Blue enquires, embarrassed by the conversation's subject.
The man in the red shirt is prompted by this suggestion to check the time and take a scroll from his pocket.
"Should we return by now since tomorrow is our first formal day of work as hunters?"
"Crimson, we are going back"
Say red shirt, a man to his friend
" I will stay a little longer"
As a result, the four individuals departed the alley, leaving Crimson alone himself.
Crimison pov
'All four of them become hunters, and where is all this notion of friendship?'
'We've known each other since we were young children, and we all aspired to be hunters.'
'However, as I grew older, my level of fear increased to the point that I gave up.'
'We all four completed the academy and are now trained hunters.'
I have the mental image of a scared Blue.
'She aspires to be a hunter but is terrified of a ghost running through the alleys.'
"Spirits don't exist; kids are merely getting into trouble,"
I ponder while I crack open the beer I've been holding in my hand the entire talk. I carefully drink gold while resting on the trash can. I feel a tiny cold hand suddenly clutch my arm. I stand my ground and continue with no worry.
'wait for one fucking minute.'
I feel another five hands touch my body before I can finish my thinking. Two hands push me toward the dumpster I was leaning on, while holding onto my ankles and hugging me at the waist. Due to the last hand gripping my hand and pulling it to the side, I drop my beer.
I try to look around, but another two hands block my vision. These hands differ and are more delicate. I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack and am unable to speak. I have no power. My neck is being gently breathed on.
"Guess who?"
A young girl's soft, innocent voice whispers in my ear. However, given the circumstances—alone in a dark alley—this voice seemed to have come from hell. I can tell by the tone of her voice whether it's a joke or sarcasm. I find it difficult to maintain my expression. I am unable to move or think, and the unexpected nature of the event makes the first thought that comes to mind cause me to become pale. The result makes the voice giggle and joy .
In such a setting, I heard a soft young girl's voice and felt small, icy hands touch my body. It drives my imagination wild.
'I'm going to die.'
'Help!!! '
The hands on my body clamp even tighter as I attempt to flee. My hands suddenly feel free, and I drop to the ground. But as I turned around to face the dumpster, nobody was there.
"This will give me nightmares."
I exclaim, then take off as fast as I can.
3 person POV
A girl wearing a white one-piece knee-length spring dress and a black winter jacket was visible on the dumpster where the crimson was leaning . Her legs are bandaged below the knees, and she is wearing white winter boots on her feet. She is covering her left eye with a white cotton headband. Lights in the alley illuminate her shadow but the victim does not notice it. Before he can turn around, the girl, who is crouched atop the garbage can that the victim was leaning against, slips from the container and hides around the alley corner.
Finally unable to contain her amusement, the girl lets out a laugh like if she had won a game.
"This horrifying face"
"He nearly peed his pants."
Once the girl has calmed down, take a few breaths. slowly stands up and looks over the things her victim had stolen. She keeps the jewelry and money . Then she threw his wallet away. As she moves toward the alley, her steps become a trot, and the trot becomes a run. She moves silently through the alleyways, lurking right in front of people. Her entire body emits a delicate golden-red radiance. She moves so gracefully when she descends ladders, fire escapes, and steps that one may mistakenly believe she is flying. The girl arrives at her destination after around 20 minutes of sprinting, and arrives to the quiet side street . She remove a cable that was tucked away in a wall hole. The wall-mounted vines conceal the hole itself. The girl pulls the cable onto the roof after ascending to it.
Pov(???)
I'm adjusting my bangs while standing on the clock store's roof while pulling off the blindfold over my eye. I stare at the broken moon.
'This is comforting in some way.'
I sigh and walk in through the roof door. I open the door, lock it with a padlock, and tuck the key away in my jacket pocket after entering.
'Five months have passed since I discovered this paradise. '
'I have cleansed the structure itself of dust and cobwebs.'
The dark wood on the floor has come back to life. The red wallpaper on the walls bears witness to the building's former glory. There are no longer any fabric stains on the extremely detailed black furniture. Even the piano and other instruments have been cleaned, and the gaps around the boarded-up windows have been masked with cloth. I slowly walk past the clock room along the path. The outside surfaces of the clocks were cleaned and the floor was swept.
Using a flashlight, I enter the kitchen and open the flap underneath the table before exiting and closing it.
The same set of stairs that descend to the bunker are lit by bulbs. I approach the bunker door that are accessible. The heat is palpable to me. Dust and humidity have both disappeared. Air is filtered by ceiling fans. Additionally, the bunker has been cleaned. The gray paint that covers the concrete is likely to blame for the bunker's lack of fungus.
The day after I discovered the location, five months prior.
I went to look around the remainder of the shelter. A room the same size as the entrance room is to the right of the entrance. Like the majority of the shelter, it was empty. A smaller bathhouse is located on the left.
It has a basic toilet, sink and shower . Following cleaning, the area housing the generator revealed itself to be a control room housing all the mechanisms.
'I found this bunker contains a well with a water pump by cleaning the control room.'
'However, it took me a month to get it to function.'
I noticed the generator in the warehouse where the homeless people in Lotus gathered. But I had never see the pump. To heat the water, the pump itself used a fire-dust mechanism.
'I'm not sure how much dust is remaining,'
' But I'll come up with a solution when it starts to run low'
'The pump itself is five years old, and the generator is also, so they shouldn't fail too soon.'
'Therefore, the proprietor of the clock shop knew about the bunker and rebuilt it.'
'That is why the ventilation systems were functional.'
'But I don't know where the ventilation itself goes.'
But in the end I was content just because there was hot water available.
'A hot woter meant... '
"Shower."
I remove my white winter boots as soon as I think, then I carefully proceed to the room on the left barefoot.
I carefully pull my clothing down and store them on the ground. Putting the hot water on.
People used the following adjectives to describe bunker actual state:
'Developmental condition'
'Most people wouldn't be comfortable in such circumstances, but for me, it's the best experience I've ever had.'
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'Indeed, things have improved since I first discovered this location.'
I reflect as I exit the shower. There are many bottles of shampoo and liquid soap on the ground just next to my feet. Next to the shower, a number of towels are stacked. Toothbrush and toothpaste are on the sink.
I cover my body in a towel. I pick up the clothing off the ground and head over to the other bunker room.
Little has changed in the room leading into the bunker. Two winter jackets, among a couple pairs of shoes laying on the ground nearby, are what I'm walking on top of as I throw the jacket I was wearing just now. My damp hair creates wet footprints as I move around the room. Standing in front of the door, I open it. When I open it, I find the room in a different condition than when I discovered it five months before. The floor of this now room is covered in white textiles and linens. A mattress with springs covered in a quilt and a few pillows is in the center of the room. Several pairs of garments are spread out on the mattress' side.
'I resided in the trade district for five months.'
'When I had taken enough money, I stopped stealing and looked around the valley for a store selling cheap clothing.'
'I then began stealing only food,'
'a loot of meals worked wonders'
'With a warm and cozy place to sleep.'
I have not been malnourished for several months now, thanks to decent eating. Warm water has made me clean, so thanks for that. My skin is now an attractive shade of pale thanks to the soap and shampoo. My black hair has also grown back in luster.
As I stacked today's soiled clothing atop the laundry I still needed to do. I then grab the pink T-shirt and put in on . I choose a pair of black, short shorts and put them on. A towel is now available. I put my it on my head as I dried my hair.
'Since my physical condition has improved, I feel less worried and sleep better.'
' I can now conjure even more hands from the shadows thanks to my increased energy, and as I'm fortifying my body, I can see a glowing red-golden hue.'
'I am now more nimble and speedier than I was.'
I have little smile on my face.
'I was guaranteed a food supply. I consequently had more free time.'
'I cleaned the bunker and went for a few walks when I saw a group of drunk individuals. I tried to stay away from them, but I overheard them discussing how a particular pawn shop would buy back stolen goods.'
'The world was filled with new options to generate money after that chat.'
'It is possible to sell both jewelry and information. I could start stealing jewelry after i checked out this pawn shop and found it to be trustworthy.'
' A pair of gold earrings from people in residential areas is enough for three days of living with delicious meals three times a day!'
I consider. letting my hair loosen as I lay down on the mattress after laying down my towel.
'So I gave up on this district entirely.'
'I now go hunting for a whole day in the northern residential district every three days.'
'My clones' hands have gotten so quick and nimble that they can easily remove a watch or chain. '
'Naturally, I took much more precautions than I had in the chandlery district.'
'No one paid attention because the low theft rate was included in the monthly balance sheet. Naturally, I had more time now, so I chose to take up collecting information as a hobby.'
' I researched information collecting for a month.'
' And who knew that listening to gossip was so much fun. each and every secret.'
My mouth makes a tiny bow.
' I discovered a number of things while obtaining this knowledge. '
' About the circumstances in the valley. About the atlas, the white fang and numerous others.'
' But without a doubt, my other hobby, "gaming," was what I discovered to be the most fascinating over the course of a few months.'
' I used to go to the retail area and play games with other people when I was bored.'
' Positioning myself so that my shadow would fall on my victim's shadow and my clone's hands would hold that person's ankles or wrists, I would hide quickly enough so that they wouldn't have time for them not to notice them. '
' To make it more effective, I did it in the alleys.'
'Naturally, I didn't pass up the chance to loot them.'
'Who will believe them if they say they were robbed by a ghost, after all?'
'But every expression on their face and yell brought a smile to my face.'
'I never had time to play, so making people uncomfortable and making fun of them made me even happier.'
'I don't care if my selfish fun gives anyone nightmares as long as I enjoy it'
'And poor Mr. Crimisone will as well.'
'Obviously, there are other things I've been doing over the previous few months. '
'It would be inaccurate to assume that all I learnt was how to gather information and intimidate individuals.'
'I learned a lot more from listening in on other inebriated "hunters'" talks than the elderly huntress did. '
' My clones are samblance, and the energy inside of me is the aura. '
' Since the aura is a representation of the soul, my aura increased as my state of life improved.'
' I therefore began my training.'
'How much can my clones and I raise? '
'Can I use my aura to improve them ?'
'Wherever they conceal, my clones hands have always been able to take stuff back to my shadow .'
' But what if the object is heavier than what they can carry? Can they still carry it? Can they take them back to my shadow ?'
' Then I realize that I never had the time or energy to check such things.'
' first of all, i can' t sink in shadow stuff that i can't lift.'
' However, the mattress I'm lying on provides the answer . I'm capable of sinking objects bigger than my shadow,'
'I considered hiding stuff there, but it's the same as when I first attempted it when I was 7 years old'
'The hands that are holding the objects when they are in my shadow are constantly jaggedly "active" and take up more aura than when they are not in the shadow. '
'I had enough aura to lug a mattress to my bunker from a store two hours away from the clock store.'
' In the end, it's not profitable; perhaps later, when I have more aura.'
' I considered attempting to capture a living object in my shadow, but I was unsuccessful.'
'Clones' hands can get stronger; for instance, three pairs or six hands can hold a grown man firmly in place.'
' The most hands I can make right now is twenty. I was able to fully open this bunker entrance with so many aura-filled hands.'
' Although I am not strong if I focus all of my aura on my owne hands, I am as powerful as a well-built adolescent guy.'
'The sheer amount of clone hands I have compensates for my lack of strength.'
'However, I can still be at least three times faster than before, so speed is still to my benefit.'
'They won't catch up to me if they aren't a sprinter in the professional sense.'
'However, a hunter will have no trouble catching me.'
'Naturally, there are a lot of things I've learned about my clones.'
'I've heard a lot of rumors about a burglar who uses her illusion to steal from people.'
'Then I came up with a brilliant idea '
' However, this concept needed research and time.'
'So I did what I do best.'
'I started overhear folks in bars and alleys in search of the greatest information. And I located them.'
'I sneaked into the gang area where this thef had committed numerous crimes recently, listening for information. One of the gankers claimed that he only frequents the streets that are overseen by a councilor from the Vanille family.'
'But that was the most useful data.'
'Why there only?'
With this knowledge, things started to gradually become more intriguing.