Red wasn’t sure what she should make of her past life, Distant, but ever present and influencing her decisions in small pieces, Consciousness congealed in the patterns of shifting electrospasms, She was a walking woman with a corpse attached to her hip, She was the corpse, She could not be the corpse, She was alive wasn’t she?

She was too red around the edge, Like bloodstained mirror’s, Like someone tried to piece together a human being from the waste and muck of what was a bloodstained putrefying corpse on the floor.
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In which I, The author, is now writing a Isekai fic with heavy inspiration from GATE and Mushoku Tensei, Enjoy!