Purportedly, this ominous abode was home to a humanoid creature, legless, with hair that stretched great distances while maintaining a life of its own. A ghost, they said. She believed them. Since the addition of her powered life, Astarte spotted many ghosts and lesser demons prowling the city, forming stories of their own among the lore of Destiny City.
As part of her data points, Astarte only intended to observe it. The signature drew prickling sensations across her skin, brilliant in its articulation to her senses. She always found it strange how youma projected such signatures... Nevertheless, she leapt from her post atop a brittle tree branch to approach the source of the energy.
The stoop left a bitter taste in her mouth in its cracked, rotten flooring paired with old wooden chairs unfit for use. Spiderwebs cobbled the cracks and crevices together in thick-spun masses. As she stepped, the wood groaned so loudly that she expected a crack at any moment. However, the floor held her weight for now. She didn't intend to linger long, not with the project of observing a youma at hand. Carefully she crouched near the window, naked fingers hesitant to touch the dust-caked sill for balance. Even as she rocked unevenly in a crouch, only supported by heels, the curious senshi peered through the murky depths of the window.
She only caught a glimpse of a warped human face staring back at her before something shot out at her.
Giving a yelp, Astarte fell back against the rotten floor as her hand shot to her face. Blood spilled from her temple at a decent clip. She groaned afterward, attempting to pull herself to her feet, when thick tendrils of hair sprouted from the window and snaked down through the dust toward her feet. Backing up cracked the floorboards irrevocably, and soon she found a chain caught atop one of their jutting surfaces. "s**t!" She cursed loudly, still attempting to maintain space for her observational exercise.
This wasn't going according to plan.
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