Roro: And the Last Bookkeeper of Hell
Episodes 2.2
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Nightfall....
It does not feel that the woman with glasses lives in the modern human world. He walked leisurely on the sidewalk with lights out in every building. This is what he wants now, considering that on the first day of treading the earth all-sophisticated Roro suffered shock. Night feels like day. The earth worshiped the sun incessantly.
Then, the dark street that Roro was passing through turned red. All deep red. Some buildings displayed news of terror in the ruins of the palace. Roro paused for a moment to look at the hologram screen.
"Hundreds of souls died with symptoms of convulsions?" Roro read the news timeline with a frown on his forehead. "The result of the autopsy of the alleged suicide victim? So the area is under veteran military surveillance to catch the perpetrator, eh?"
Women dressed in blouse and gray-sleeved skirts are back on the road. Fuck thousands of people cheering on the news. Just as her slender fingers were removing hairbands and glasses, there was a scene of a group of teenagers laughing.
"Come, we'll go there."
"Kuy! Who knows if we can get the money if we catch the culprit." They were five people, laughing loudly then running merrily. In Roro's mind, the teenager must have been Rara's bullies.
"It's exciting." It rained suddenly after Roro. All the people complain. Why should there be any rain that stains the city? Even someone blames the rain gear. Hah, what a haughty they are. God may want the earth to be hit by rain, thought Roro who continues to follow them.
Taking a long time to just stalk, the group of teenagers stopped at a place of waste. Aw, seeing it Roro felt disgusted. But for the sake of not being discovered, he was willing to stand at the top of the pile of cars from year to year. Roro regretted this four-wheeled vehicle. Still good. Automakers and automotive lovers definitely consider this old-school car as the most beautiful treasure.
Nah! Roro shook his head quickly accompanied by an annoyed hiss. He shouldn't have thought so. "Why are they gathering here? He said he wanted to find the perpetrator in the rubble of the palace."
"Damn it, Rara is still alive again" said the woman in a maroon jacket. "He should have died."
"Laser knife looks interesting." Another teenager laughed. "Can make lego out of him."
"Sucks...." Roro's gaze on them grew sharper, getting colder. He squatted slowly with his fingertips touching the surface of the car. In a matter of seconds, it looks like dust floating like a water grain. Not only that, the teenagers in front of there began to fall and flank.
"Enjoy your plans."
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His memory revolved at the moment when the calmness of Roro must disappear because of the broken door. He just finished one thing. There are still dozens of documents that must be completed in the near future.
"Gusty nyi! Open door!"
"We want to report!"
"Open door! We want to talk!"
And other calls that are not less loud. Most men, because he heard women and children prefer to cry hysterically. It was quite-very disturbing, until the brush used to write was broken by bare hands.
"ENOUGH!" Roro, who was wearing a green kebaya and gold jewelry around her hair, immediately stood on the table. The breakthrough was able to fly papers, strands of batik cloth that dangled to the floor, and slammed the door to get out. No more cheers like wanting to fight. The annoying cry disappeared. The wrathful gaze was clearly imprinted on Roro's emerald iris which darkened notice around his private room.