Being an idol in the hunter world was dangerous. Especially for Y/N Havenwood, she's the biggest star in the music business. But being a strong nen user helps her, she tries to avoid the public by hanging out in random abandoned places. She accident...
'Oh dear god if you love me please make me die from embarrassment, PLS GOD!!!!!'
And just like that as my eyes saw the members of the phantom troupe slam the door of my changing room open. A small flashback flashed in my mind. A time of my life flashed, the scene where my parents were running...
running...
running...
_Flashback_
I was in the arms of a lady that looked like me, but her eyes looked like a black void. So lifeless, in worry of something bad happening. I noticed that I was crying for some reason and the woman was trying to calm me down.
"Shhhh.. Don't worry dear, no one will hate you..." the women said.
That woman was my mother, I look just like her. But our eyes are so different. Mine were a bight shade of (e/c). While her eyes were black and had no soul. My mother kept trying to calm me down but I wouldn't stop crying.
Why was I crying? And why can't I stop?
"Honey will you shut her up, please... They're going to find us.." A man said.
That man, I know that voice. It's the voice I last heard before my parents were killed. I think that man is my father. I turn my head to him and looked into his eyes. They were like my mine. Bright, happy, and innocent of the world. For some reason, I couldn't look away. And before I knew it the crying stopped.
My mother smiled and placed her hand on my cheek.
"Look at that, your eyes calmed her down just like me..."
I didn't know what she meant by that, looking at my birth father was like looking in a mirror. Besides that, he has black hair and my mother has brown hair. Then my body acted on its own, I reached out to my father.
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My parents smiled at my actions, but before anyone could move. The door of the room we were in slammed open and my father was stabbed in the chest. And before I could see what happened next my version blacked out. And my flashback ended.
_End of Flashback _
I came back to my senses as the door slammed open, and 6 phantom troupe members came into my changing room. My hand yeeted itself to my robe because of my so-called "outfit" I had on. But before I could take it, the small emo guy grabbed my hand with all his grip. But was careful not to break my forearm. I hissed at the pain as I looked at the people now in my changing room. With me in a red swimsuit, my face heated up before I could do anything else.
'I said it before and I'll say it again. WELL, F#$K ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW!!!' I yelled in my mind and my face turned redder than my red swimsuit.
Mind notepad
1. Get better security and bodyguards
2. Learn to be better within clear words so people don't break into your workplace(mostly the phantom troupe)
