Whispers of the Fall [O] [Event]

Over the years, Sephora had lived in a lot of places, but one stuck out, a volcanic region filled with darkness and haunted by the ghosts of its past. As a scientist, she’d always written off ghosts as nonsense, dismissing them as mere folklore. That was until she actually lived there. Even then, she still wasn’t fully convinced, thinking there must be a logical explanation for everything, until today. After everything that had happened, ghosts and spirits were now undeniably real.

After facing down a ghostly girl and rejoining the group downstairs, Ayato dropped a bombshell, hinting that something darker was at play. What could be worse than what they’d just gone through? As ninjas, they were trained to fight pretty much anything, other shinobi? No sweat. Animal attacks? Piece of cake. Even a swarm of bees? They'd find a way. But spirits? Yeah, they didn’t exactly teach that in training. Sephora made a mental note: ghostbusting should probably be on the syllabus from now on.

With her Byakugan activated, Sephora watched as Ayato faced off with another spirit—this one darker, nastier. Its chakra was so dark, it practically smothered the room, and you didn’t need any special dojutsu to feel the evil radiating off it. A chill ran through her as she observed the exchange, but she stepped up beside Ayato, ready to back him up if things went south. Their bond went way back, and she wasn’t about to let him face this alone.

Luckily, Ayato handled it like a pro. Once the threat passed, Sephora let out a relieved sigh and wrapped him in a tight hug, caught somewhere between fear and relief.

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