Beginning of Sadari's Terror

Crimson-blood mist encroached the spacious-void black space in the sky above in an instance. The blood mist also descended onto the solidified-black ground below, briskly blending with it as the mist broadly landed on every area of the ground and enveloped all of them.

With the mist kept extending its swarming presence and devouring any traces of the void black area, there was a living back lying down in the mist. A teenage human boy, Satoru with his glass being removed slowly opened his sleepy eyes to receive a clear vision of the outside world.

He got up his upper body before sliding both of his legs, coloring his face with a bemused look. Furthermore, Satoru briskly lifted up his trembling feet into a standing position before he decided to survey the entire surroundings filled with a crimson fist from left to right.

Satoru could only shake his head in heating annoyance and began to take a forward glance at the hazy view of mist. Each step of the schoolboy created a drumming whistle of the soft feminine voice, heaved up a frantic furrow on his eyebrow as he darted his sight forward.

Both of his veins shivered in an utter shock at the person Satoru witnessed from afar, luring his feet to take a step closer. Hesitation streamed through his head due to the schoolboy constantly shaking his head, exhaling a frantic gasp.

The person who became the center of attention of the puzzling Satoru was a black long-haired woman who floated patiently on the mist ground. The woman wore a tidy rose-red kimono that sparked a sense of relief within the schoolboy's mind as he gave a slight amazed smirk.

"Who…are you?" Satoru asked nervously him sluggishly taking a few steps back forward.

The kimono woman exuberantly opened a wide smile as Satoru kept glaring his stare toward him. However, the woman didn't even spread her response into the misty room and it made The schoolboy raise his anxious eyebrows the more he sharply glanced at the motionless smile.

Satoru swallowed his saliva and uttered, "Sorry for asking…did you know what this place is?"

"It's our…meeting place 2x" The woman repeatedly said the word with an ear-piercing voice that echoed on all of the blood mist realms.

Satoru hastily closed both of his ears due to the ear-piercing voice ringing through his hearing as he rushedly kneeled both of his legs. The schoolboy even constantly shrieked in unending screams with the voice of the woman lingering within his mind, bursting out a gulp of blood from each of his ears.

The kimono woman quickly fled onto Satoru who was trapped by the unending pain of forcefully hearing the endless woman. The sentence said, "It's our meeting place" kept repeating and harshly bouncing on the schoolboy's hearing, forcing him to bulge out a drop of blood from his eye socket with the closer the woman fled.

Luckily, the blood mist view vanished into nothingness when the blinding white light soared on the whole scene. The white light also brought back Satoru into the present time, awakened from his slumber on the green balmy chair of his car with utter disbelief.

"Satoru, are you dreaming about Superheroes again?" A gray hair old man with a side part haircut and wearing a white uniform alongside long brown pants called out to his son from the driver's seat. The man gave disgruntled lips when glancing at his son who shook his head for tossing aside the sleepy mood.

Satoru sighed, "Not..it's just some weird dream about a woman wearing a Kimono calling me to come to her place. father."

"I see. Sometimes dreams can be bizarre. " The old man replied with utter relief as he unfolded his smirk toward his son. "As long as it's not related to the Superhero stuff I'm quite fine with that."

Satoru groaned and rolled his irritated eyes, "Father can you please stop commenting bad things about Superheroes for one day."

"Yeah…I know Superhero's action took mom's life accidentally." Satoru insisted with a firm tone, " But, please just get over it because it's already happened like 6 years ago."

"I am also aware that the Superhero tried his best on saving mother too," Satoru added and bit his lips. "Even though he didn't succeed."

"That's the point, Satoru." Satoru's father answered with a chilling tone.

"Superheroes and Supervillains are, all the same, a bunch of powerful monsters who caused a lot of damage in this world." The old man added.

"Fine whatever you said, father," Satoru replied with an irritating tone as he bumped his back on the balmy surface of the chair. "I will still stand on my stance regarding Superheroes.

"No matter what you say, I'll not be influenced by that," Satoru added sternly, which made his father shake his head. The old man hastily glanced back to the front view of the car once again, leaving a bothersome feeling within his mind as he winced.

Satoru sighed with him raising his annoyed eyebrows, "Also mom didn't like seeing you like this."

"Please keep that in mind, father." Satoru remarked.

"Someday you may realize that kind of problem when you lost your lover because of Superhero, Satoru." Satoru's father grunted.

Therefore, Satoru crossed both of his hands and glanced his annoyed sight onto the car window on his right. The windows revealed the nighttime outside was no longer being overwhelmed by the rain with the people on the sidewalk walking without raising their neon umbrellas above.

Nonetheless, Satoru could at least capture a sign of relief with him slowly forming a placid smile on his lips. Even though his father had a heavy disagreement about the Superhero, at least the schoolboy still kept his hope and optimism as he calmly extended his placid smile to the outside view.

The dark-blue night sky had taken the center spot on Rising Sun and radiant moonlight shone across the clouds. The freezing wind gusted on any traces of the ground below, smoothly passing by the dancing trees and other objects.

One of the places being blessed by the freezing wind was a broad-empty land mostly filled with vigorous wood-brown sod. On the very left of the empty land, there was a large gray rectangular bunker resiliently standing with a sound of joyful and cheering laughter drummed from the inside.

However, the laughter would soon end when the mangling growl of desperation roared on the scene. Shocked gasping noises from the man inside the bunker simultaneously drummed as the growl kept continuing, making the soothing feeling vanish.

The perpetrator of the growl was none other than Sadari who helplessly kneeled on brown sod. Blood tears of despair rapidly dropped on the ground below like stormy rains when she frozen glared at the front side which was an endless space of the fresh sod being captured by her very eyes.

A flash from the past vastly popped up within her mind and unveiled a picture of a crystal-clear view of a familiar object. The object was the front sight of the enlarged-creamy Minka standing quietly on top of the spacious grassland, leaving Sadari dropping her staggering jaw of melancholy when the picture dispersed away from her mind.

"I…thought…outside..of…home…is…the….only….thing…being changed by those ungrateful people." Sadari muttered with an enraged-trembling hand hoisted in front of her eyes. "I….thought…..they….will…never…never…get…right off…my home like this…"

Sadari groaned with a mangling voice in desolation, "Why…the…whole…world rejected…my return!? Is…this…truly…a….price…I…paid

"This…This…This…."

Sadari forcefully released a screeching scream when the blood ring emerged and strapped on her head, cutting off her chance of finishing the sentence. An abrasive bloodstream burst out from the whole surface of the blood ring, trespassing The Corpse Woman's head by phasing her skin.

At first, Sadari felt a burning torment as she shrieked on top of her lung with the bloodstream kept phasing through her intangible skin. Then, the blood ring construct suddenly dissolved without leaving any trace of the physical evidence being detected, leaving The Corpse Woman constantly exhaling a hefty breath.

Furthermore, a juice of resolute rage filled up Sadari's mind as she gritted her decompose teeth until a line of blood peeled off below her lips. The corpse woman lowered her trembling hand and landed on the sod with her declaring a crushing hand on top of it, consuming more the burning anger and defiance when she roared the blemishing squeal.

"This…is…crossing…the line," Sadari murmured and nodded her head to scanning at the ground below. "This…is….crossing…the line that they really…really..don't deserve….a respect…."

Sadari howled an infuriating roar, "Maybe….fear…..will…remind you…all…."

"On…never….never…forgetting….forgetting….your….true….hero!!!!." Sadari shouted her echoing voice, letting the surroundings hear her cry of desperation. A cry for remembering all of the efforts The Corpse Woman made in the past as the true hero in Rising Sun.

Moreover, Sadari furiously tapped the ground below as two blood pillars flew out from and pushed her on the arm. The Corpse Woman swiftly gained a crumbling standing position with her releasing a low-pitch flawing hisses and watched the blood pillars shrunk down into nothing in less than a seconds.

"Eh…excuse….mam." A voice of the man in middle forties politely called Sadari who was enveloped by vexation within her heart. A vexation originated by all the current Rising Sun didn't even show any acknowledgment with her heroic effort in the past based on the long journey she committed a few hours ago.

The person who called Sadari was indeed a man wearing a long-sleeve blue construction worker uniform with two striking white lines appearing on each side of his pants. Beside the left of the man was a boy around the age of early twenties, wearing the same uniform as him, and darted a frightened look.

While the man still kept a sense of calmness on witnessing Sadari's corpse skin back as he forcefully closed his lips and gave assured eyes. He even surveyed The Corpse Woman left to right with any response from his living corpse that didn't appear inside his sharp hearing yet.

The man sighed, "Mam….we suggest you step back from this area."

"Because it's still under construction and this land will be used for Prime Minister Kamiya's newest greenhouse." The man insisted and took one step forward in The Corpse Woman's direction.

"Construction….Kamiya….." Sadari uttered with a chilling tone as she heaved both of her trembling palms.

"Yes..mam, please step back from this area." The man replied with him glancing an unnerving stare toward the boy.

'It's lucky...one of us has called a police department and better....requesting a hero to come here' The man uttered through his mind with a half relief. "My...god this woman is indeed very, very, scary."

Afterward, The Corpse Woman forcefully twisted her neck onto the back and a rage-fueled furrow was concisely locked at the construction worker, materializing a gulp of blood on her palm. Both the old man and the boy dropped their petrified jaw and frowned in dreadfulness after glancing at the bloodshot stare of Sadari, emerging from two wormholes beneath the workers' feet.

"You..should know the real owner of this land," Sadari murmured deeply as she began to spread the fear and horror across the Rising Sun. The first victims would both construction who were trapped in immobilizing dread with both their trembling lips and couldn't create any motion to retreat.

Sadari grunted and hushedly warned with the distorting voice, "And…you all…will…drown into the deep."

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