Another three month passed in your apartment. You change color of your dress and gloves, so you will not see blood. Cigarettes don't let you smell it. You even find strenght to smile and practice fight a little bit against trash bags. One more month later you even can step out from your home. Two more days you walk around and make some police work as you did in past. But this time more harshly and mercilessly. You give choice to surrender, only after beat some shit out this thugs. One week passed like this. Time does not heal, but it helps get used to the pain and guilt.

Three week after you finaly start working again. You watch TV as always and switch to news channel. On this channel deputy head of the paranormal association delivers a speech. His name is Kuraora. His silhouette look familiar, but you didn't bother with it in first time... until he start speak. When first word leave his lips your face get evil hungry smile... "Found you!" You whispered to yourself. That was him! Demon who ruin everything for you... for girls... for "Stellar Party"... "Kaos'utraon" you remember his voice. You can't forget and now you can say for sure that was him!

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