𝖱𝖧𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖬 𝖮𝖥 𝖥𝖠𝖳𝖤 (𝖧𝖴𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖷 𝖧𝖴𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖥𝖨𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭)

Meeting X A X Monster

ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʜᴏsᴛs

ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ

ᴄʜɪʟᴅ-ʟɪᴋᴇ ғᴇᴀʀ, ᴀ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀ

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ.

ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ.
ᴘ #1-

My Elders have taught me wise sayings, but one stood out from the rest.

In all circles of life, you will find monsters seeking their kin. They rarely find each other, for they have mastered the art of appearing human.

It's no wonder the tourists avoid our refined Taigh gliocas.

Who involves learning and self-reflection in their vacations? Hearing adverse words like these isn't desirable. Mankind has and will always grudge against Truth. We are a prideful race; we would rather pitch fits and become obstinate to support our pride.

Would you want to know about the monsters of our world, hidden beneath flesh to fester and ache? Would you want to admit you're wrong?

"Let the monsters wander!" A tourist might scoff. "Why would you want them to meet, they would cause destruction!"

But really, who are they to judge? Ask how a monster is created. They are ugly souls, the pinnacle of fear, spite and deplorable thoughts. Retribution and domination is their aim. That's what a monster is.

Or, perhaps not? Maybe a monster is a person scooped of their light, mutilated and neglected. In desperation, they seek comfort, only to be met with onslaughts of hatred and malevolence by the ones who used them. So they search for their kind while hiding in shame, hoping to be accepted.

Stop cowering. Tell me the truth.

Who are the real monsters?

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"I am Satotz, The Phase One Examiner. You must follow me to Phase Two; this is The Exam's First Phase."

The 406 Exam Takers packed together like sardines, following a purple-haired man down the tunnel. Because of their late entrance, Ayano could not see their Examiner's face. Gon later informed her that the man was mouth-less.

They raced after Satotz. The Exam Takers bumped and jostled as they crowded together. This stimulated tension. Pushing together, knowing that you were taking an Exam that could kill you, and being uncertain about your destination created an agitated atmosphere.

The smell of sweat and body odor did not help.

This filled their heads as they ran. It was dreadfully monotonous. To entertain herself, Ayano pretended the sounds were orchestral: the footfalls were percussion, the heavy breathing were woodwinds.

She hummed vaguely to herself, and the people nearby shifted away uneasily.

Two hours.