[As Lily rounded a corner, a few trash cans tipping over to herald her approach, she sees a figure down the street with long, long hair an unnatural color of vermillion. The hair seemed to be fluttering in the wind despite there not actually being wind and a few twisted figures smoldered on the ground before the figure.
It's hard to tell what exactly the figures were - be they corpses of people or kishin eggs - but there was a distinct lack of any souls (blue or red) floating above them. At the sound of the trash cans, the woman turned to look over her shoulder with piercing blue eyes.
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It's hard to tell what exactly the figures were - be they corpses of people or kishin eggs - but there was a distinct lack of any souls (blue or red) floating above them. At the sound of the trash cans, the woman turned to look over her shoulder with piercing blue eyes.
Familiar cold blue eyes.]