#despairinglyperfect

      Tucked discreet betwixt the cramped alley way does this apparent corpse rest, sprawled atop what filth has thus collected over years of implacable experimentation. Nigh vacant are disarranged streets, pedestrians lacking so whilst within the connecting sectors of the second and third, most avoided by those whom endavour to maintain themselves pristine amongst the masses. All but a single entity, howsoever, one instilled with what might seem possible intrigue toward the happened upon body left to decay. Ah, that is until there is a stirring from the deceased, elfin digits twitching whilst limbs depart from what appears sticky, pools of blood.

      ❝ I hope you weren’t presuming I was dead. Though, I suppose I shouldn’t blame you if that were the case, ❞ she manages to coo, initially meek before sitting slowly upright. Gloved digits lift to brush along porcelain flesh to inspect where the bullet wound once embedded itself deeply into, skin now flawless as if no such injury had become acquired prior to this miraculous regeneration.

despairinglyperfect

       "Enoshima-san...!"

       "H-how--? This can't be...!"