Yin, with her hands still akimbo, narrowed her eyes at the newcomer. He was a simple-looking man no older than his thirties, wearing a white robe with a crest of some sort of organization on the sleeves. "And, who might you be?" The man was startled to see a young girl speaking so flippantly while surrounded by carnage. She looked injured, but her expression was way too calm it's eerie. If it were him, he would be puking. Wait, he was actually puking right now. "Oh, boy," he could hear her mutter in what was supposed to be a sweet, childish voice. As he dry-heaved behind a tree, she continued to nonchalantly comment on the side. "That's absolutely the most disgusting thing I've seen since, well, a long time." He had no idea whether to cry or cry louder. What was disgusting? Wasn't the sight of self-detonation, those red-stained grass and torn limbs, disgustin
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