Mori
The nightcore was mid-drop when the gate opened.
She almost missed it. One airpod in, nose running, tissue crumpled in her fist. The bass shook her eardrum while the stadium shook from something else.
The thing that came through the cage had to turn sideways to fit. When it straightened, its shoulders were wider than the gate it came from and its skull sat level with the second-tier railing. It was holding a chunk of the building in one fist.
"Wowzers." She blew her nose. "That's an ugly thing. Its mother must hate it."
Kaito was leaning against the railing now. "Are you talking about Mio?"
"No, idiot. The troll."
The little thing on the railing hadn't moved. Sitting cross-legged, daggers across its knees. It looked like the figurines Mori collected. Anime chibi, big head, tiny body. She brought a finger up.
It nicked her clean on the tip.
"Ow."
Yellow eyes, no expression. The dagger was already back across its knees like nothing happened.
"Whatever."
