It's begun.
In the end, it's still begun.
After waiting for so long, in the end, I let that bitch make the first move.
"To be honest, it's a bit frustrating."
The petite girl sighed softly, brushed the hair by her ear, then adjusted the position of her ahoge to surpass the 160-centimeter mark. Her gaze, cold and clear, fixated on the attackers in the near distance—men and women of all ages, dressed differently but donning the same comical (yes, that expression) masks. She curled her lips into a faint smirk, murmuring, "Never mind, after all, that guy knows he's no match for me in a direct confrontation. It'd be strange if he didn't resort to something underhanded..."
