Unable to resist, she reaches up to softly pull the skin below her eye. She was surprised at how intense the silver color was. It was in fact many different shades of silver, which were constantly reflecting and fracturing, just like a kaleidoscope. It caused her eyes to twinkle, literally. It was such an unusual phenomenon as it was fascinating. She blinks and lets go of her under eye, pulling away from the mirror. Her fringe falls back into place, once again, hiding such a peculiar set of eyes. Now that she has seen them though, she couldn't ignore the silver eyes that were faintly glowing behind her fringe. Loosening her grip on the mirror, she steps back with a sigh and hugs her arms to chest.
Who was this mysterious young girl? She turns her head to the messy desk, hoping to find some answers. Walking over, she surveyed the desk and absentmindedly organized the piles of books and scattered papers. Titles such as 'Anatomies of Monsters' and 'How to Hunt for Dummies' caught her attention, connected to the videos she saw earlier, but not as much as the paper covered in spilled ink. It was quite in ominous, black streaks harshly painted over what looks to be a drawing of some kind of monster. No, not even a monster. It was a black and white drawing of a shadowed figure with a long white veil, cupping its hands around black sphere. It had a halo as well, lines drawn outward like rays of light. It looked like a God and too much put together to be considered a mere monster. It felt wrong to even claim that this thing was a monster. Regardless of what it may be, she knew that just by looking at it for a while now was enough for an overpowering sense of apprehension to engulf her. Cold sweats and chills travel down her body and it was not just because of the heavy weather outside affecting the room. She hesitantly picks it up and places it somewhere off to the side before picking up something else. This time it was an application of sorts for a place called the Steren Academy and it was filled in with the information she needed.
Name, Aster Klein. A name that tugs at her empty mind, making her brows furrow. Next, her age, 16 years. She was now a 16-year-old girl when she had previously been...older for sure, she had to be. Swallowing back a lump in her throat, she continues to scan the application paper. Powers, unregistered. What does that mean if not what she saw the humans did in the videos? It seems that she was not a normal human being in this world. And unregistered, did that mean she had powers that were not confirmed yet? How did she go about doing that? Deciding to worry about that later, she notes the capitalized letter in the big box in the corner. It was a D. She assumes it was an evaluation of her application or something related and frowns at the letter grade. She felt somewhat offended on the behalf of the young girl, whose body she had taken over.
She sighs, setting the application paper down, feeling burdened by those implications. If she was here now, where was the girl? Was her soul or whatever somewhere far from reach or in the worst-case scenario, was the girl dead? Regardless of all those negative thoughts, it was reasonable enough to assume that whoever Aster Klein was, the girl was looking to enter this so-called Steren Academy. And considering everything so far, it must be similar to a police academy, where students with powers train to be hunters, eliminating monsters that are invading the Earth. And the fact that these students were possibly around her age, children being sent out to confront these arguably terrifying monsters like it's a regular occurrence say a lot about rules of the world regarding ethics and morals.
It was a really unfair situation for the both of them and she felt obligated to figure out what had transpired. At least to send off Aster Klein in peace. And to do so, she needed to integrate into this world and become Aster Klein. So that means finishing what the girl intended to do and where she left off. She, no, she was Aster now. She was going to enter the Steren Academy and fulfill the girl's wishes. Aster solemnly stood by the girl's desk in silence, letting the long-winding tension dispel from her shoulders and mind. She then neatly put away the rest of the books and shuffled the papers together, tapping the bottom of the paper-stack on the desk. She grabs a tissue from a tissue box and gently wipes away the spilled ink. Bending down she did the same for the ink pool underneath the desk. Once Aster was done, she threw away the stained tissue into a nearby trash can. Speaking of trash, she glances over at mini-milk cartons hastily dropped next to the desk and sighs again. Grabbing them and balancing them in her arms, she begins to head to the door of the room. She stopped a few inches away and raised her arm, intending to grab the doorknob. She was hesitating. Afterall, this was a strange place and the moment she opened the door, there was no going back. Steeling her nerves, Aster grabs the doorknob and turns it with a click.
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Pulling the door back revealed a dark hallway. At the end of the hallway, harsh blue light was pouring in from another room to the right. Curious, Aster steadily walks down the hallway and when she turns the corner, she hastily covers her nose at the sudden smell of rotten meat. The mini milk-cartons landed dully by her feet. Her silver eyes dilated behind her fringe at the sight that greeted her. It was a slumped, blobby corpse on a kitchen table that she almost mistaken as a human, if not for the dark purple scales covering it. It was covered in black viscous blood which reflected the blue light of an open, but empty refrigerator. The dripping of the blood coupled with the buzzing of the refrigerator was eerie. To make matters worse, the corpse had a humanoid-looking face that was upside down, hanging off from the kitchen table with yellow eyes and mouth open, possibly in a silent scream. Aster could only stand to stare at the sight for a moment before rushing over to slam open the lights with trembling hands. A softer, warmer set of lights flooded the room and revealed more of the corpse making her cringe away even more. This time, she could see multiple stab wounds all over the corpse that made her ribs itch and stomach flips uneasily. Swallowing down her shock, she slowly approaches the corpse to take a closer look. It was a monster corpse, that was obvious from the scales and the fact that it was bleeding black blood. But it was the dull and small red stone nestled in the squished brain of the corpse that convinced her more.
Unable to resist and trying not to gag, Aster reaches in and with a few strain pulls, the red stone flies right into her bloody hand. She brings the red stone up to the light as it glints subtly. What was this red stone doing in this corpse? And more importantly, why was there a corpse here in the first place? Did the previous Aster kill this monster? Or did she just drag a random corpse into her place? But why? Sure, the previous Aster had all those books about monsters, but she didn't look like a girl who could kill a monster in such a frenetic manner. Besides, she had no powers confirmed as yet, so it's unlikely that the previous Aster would be dumb enough to fight a monster. And it was dangerous on its own to go searching for a monster corpse assuming that she did so alone. Right? All these questions and more continue to grow in her mind with no answers in sight. She wipes the blood off the red stone with her hands, smearing blood onto her palms and fingers. She frowns in distaste at all the blood and the heavy metallic scent, already missing the milky scent of Aster's room. She pockets the red stone into her shorts and pulls up the sleeves of her sweater. For now, she needed to take care of this corpse and clean this mess up. She steps closer to the kitchen table, trying to figure how she was going to lift this bloody corpse off without slipping on the pools of blood when a ringing made her flinch. She whips her head to another room, the dark living space as the ringing continues. The ringing got intense before it switched over to loud banging at the front door. With bated breath, she scrambles over to the door to grab the doorknob just as it was clicked open and slam into her. A grunt left her lips as her body braced itself against the door as a pair of leather gloved hands grips the frame, pushing it open wider.
"Fuck- Let me in, you little rat!" Aster stiffens at the gruff, raspy voice above her and swings her head up, staring at what was a tall man in a dirty trench coat, angrily gritting his all-too white teeth at her.
"Well? You're gonna let me in or do I have to hurt you again?"