Chapter 5

The conversation with Scarlet was interesting. Well, she did the talking, and I was the listener. She said her whole life story. She is about 19 or a 20-year-old orphan who lives with a grandma who has a gun. Damn lady, you are one crazy soul. Grandma runs a cafe, Scarlet helps her in her free time.

She said about how she's studying biology. Ahh, biology, the subject that shouldn't exist at all. She likes anime and K-POP. WTH is K-POP? I asked her what's that and she looked at me as if I've sinned. Again. Bruh, the only thing I do on youtube is seeing AFV, memes, or cute, hot, pretty, talented girls. Mortals are stupid, funny yet intelligent, the things they do, that gotta hurt.

Then she started talking about K-POP. I never knew that the cute, hot, sexy, pretty girls I watched were actually K-POP idols. I did learn the language...a bit, just the curse words. These immortals are so dumb, they never know I'm calling them assholes. LOL! Dumbasses!

She showed me this new girl group aespa released a single called Black Mamba. They seem...damn! She even likes some male K-POP groups. Meh. She showed me some videos of them, but I insisted on watching the cute, sexy, hot girls. Somi, Chungha, MAMAMOO, Red Velvet, and BLACKPINK. Oh my god, all are hot, cute, pretty, talented, and sexy.

Then a dressed-in-white grim reaper came announcing I can leave. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I did something. With my witch side, I put a charm on the staff that I can depart without paying. It will last till their deaths. In the books of mortals that I've read, the mortals stay for like a day or something. This place reminds me of death. I wanted to leave so badly.

Scarlet and I get out of death-place. She has no idea I even placed a charm on her that we paid, and it's been a whole day. I keep listening to her. The way she talks is like she is passionate about life. Isn't that nice? I'm done with everyone's drama that I want to fade away. We reach the place where she lives, it's...nice. I didn't want to be a bother...'Sometimes I get so bored with grandma. She has a gun, a very fun grandma. Sometimes, it gets boring. How she starts talking about when she was much younger, things were much better. She keeps on repeating the same things she says every day, then it gets a bit boring.' Okay then.

'I have a question tho...' oh no, here it goes. 'How did you end up in that place?'

'ya know I ran away and, um... there was this creepy guy following me. So I started to walk faster, he started walking faster. I looked back, before I could that he hit me with something on the head.'

'If he did hit you, wouldn't you be bleeding?' stop being curious! I yelled in my head.

'It must've been one of those bottles that people break into pieces, stick them back together. And then hit people with them, I must've fainted out of shock because of the hit.' let this convince her.

'But then I saw blood flowing from your head.' What's wrong with you?

'They must've poured fake blood for scaring people.' Gurl, that was my blood. I healed while I was chilling face-first on the ground. The grim reapers wiped the blood off my head and sent me with you. LOL

'But that still doesn't convince me-'

'Scarlet! You're here!' The grandma who rented a room to her yells from the balcony. THANK YOU, LADY!

'Hi, grandma!' she yells back with a smile. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the apartment. Inside, it reminds me of a bakery. Bread is baked, sunshine coming from the window glasses, people talking, but there are no people. Spirits. A lot of people died here. They wouldn't be seen until a witch does a spell to make them visible; they would be visible to immortals but not to mortals. Maybe grandma needs to have a chat with me in a while.

'Oh, look! A new girl!' A spirit with his throat slit says, taking one of those tart things and sits on the couch. Looking at the blood on his shirt, he's had a slow, painful death. The grandma comes out of the balcony with a smile. 'Scarlet dear, can you please go take the bread from the oven?'

'Yes, grandma.' she leaves. Grandma sits down on the couch next to throat-slit-man. 'Hello, your majesty.'

'Hello, teach.'