Crazy Bitch

"Hey, what are you standing around for?! Hurry up!" Sona said impatiently.

"Y-Yes, right away!" I replied quickly.

Immediately, I followed Sona down the winding corridors of the ancient library. The shelves of books seemed endless, stretching high into the air, their dusty spines whispering secrets of forgotten times. The air felt thick, like it carried the weight of centuries of knowledge—or perhaps it was just the oppressive atmosphere that seemed to follow Sona everywhere she went.

As we walked, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Her long golden hair flowed behind her, the soft glow of her red eyes cutting through the brightness like twin suns. Despite her beauty, there was no denying the raw power she radiated—it was like standing next to a storm, one that could strike at any moment without warning.

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About fifteen minutes later…