After working overtime until early in the morning, I met two women fighting on the last bus.
The woman in black waved her hand to freeze the heavy rain in the sky, and the ice pick floated like a loaded bullet. The woman in white clothes was covered in blood, but she smiled and drew talismans on the car window with blood, and the flames instantly engulfed half of the car.
"Go on!" She was dying and suddenly stuffed the luminous object into my arms.
The moment the ice pick penetrated her chest, an electronic voice sounded in my mind:
[Reality Distortion Module Activated - Please imagine your weapon.
Watching the woman in black approaching step by step, I trembled and imagined Gatling.
"Tu tu tu tu tu—"
When the metal storm tore apart the ice pick, the woman in black showed fear for the first time in her eyes.
"How is it possible... You are just a 'carrier'..."
