[She's sixteen for the occasion; perfect for a high-school festival and wearing the school uniform to boot. The only difference is the sly smile as her accessory.
And the way heads turn to look at her. She likes that.
Ami keeps going through the halls, nodding to a few of the people, quite pleased with herself to all appearances.
Then the screaming starts. It comes from behind her, from the direction of a room set up as a haunted house. They're screams of true terror, not silly students playing at being scared. Ami's smile spreads maliciously.
In that room are quite a few very live and very dangerous youma.]
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And the way heads turn to look at her. She likes that.
Ami keeps going through the halls, nodding to a few of the people, quite pleased with herself to all appearances.
Then the screaming starts. It comes from behind her, from the direction of a room set up as a haunted house. They're screams of true terror, not silly students playing at being scared. Ami's smile spreads maliciously.
In that room are quite a few very live and very dangerous youma.]