Paralysing Looks

"It does not matter how strong the storm upon us can be, it will eventually cease and so, the waves will lead us forward" Those words stucked in Morgana's head since her first step on Manta Carlos. In first instance, Morgan tried her best to settle down on her new freshman lifestyle, she tried her best to attend classes, unlike the first week in which she pretended to got lost so she could skip classes. "First they humiliate me, they forced me to stand up in front of the class so they can know who I am. Who the hell were they calling cute?" She thought as she threw her backpack furiously at the corner. As her anger was slowly fading away, she started to regret breacking the whiteboard from a single punch on her first day, the little orc wished she should had hit the wall harder, so even those who were in other classrooms would learn not to mess with Morgan Cruces. She jumps on her bed accompained with another huff "I will show them who is the real cuite after I put them on a mirror after I break 'em darn faces!". Just for an instance, Morgan felt a bit lonely, due she was assigned with a room exclusvely for her, that way she wouln't get in trouble with other students so often, after that fleeting thought, Morgan told herself that a room for her own isn't so bad at all.​

The first week just came to its end, the last class seemed endless. However the time finally arrive, the teacher hadn't even "About time!" She said to herself as she got up from her sit, she was waiting so much for the weekend that she easely got lost in her thoughts, leading her to bump into one of his classmates, everyone was prepared for the moment when that little piece of anger detonates in fury... "Step away! It's Friday!" She said it as if those words couln't fit one her insides accompained with a huge smile drawn on her face. Life sure had smiled for Morgan in a long time, fourty eight hours without annoying responsabilities, no teachers to interrupt her fights. She was so happy that she walked away by playfully jumping al the way the dorms.

Even though Morgan was engulfed in happiness she couln't ignore a red card just in front of her assigned room, the tiny woman instead of suspecting of one of those annoying classmates of her and getting furious she got intrigued, it lacked of a sender, but it had a devil face logo on it, under the card layed what it seemed a child photo: an actual photo of Morgan herself. In despite of the peculiar situation, she remained quite at the same time she emptied the letter. And there it was a smal card with a direction written on it. "This dork thinks that there is no aftermath for playing a prank on me?". Without even changing her uniform, blinded by her own rage, Morgan decided to head straight the direction written in the other side of the card: Red Light District, Devil's Whisper.

When Morgana left the dorms the clock in the main hall was at three o'clock, a clock on the sidewalk was at six and an half after she got lost a couple of times at turning on the same wrong alley, not only it was her first time walking on the street of Manta Carlos, also it was the first time that Morgan walkef on her own in a long time, she could not let that opportunity splip from her hands. The change in the atmosphere significantly after some several blocks, at that hour lights of all the colours iluminated the sidewalks, moreover the smell at alcohol sure brought Morgan memories of her firsts pub fights when she was just a child.
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