Karo Shirakawa
How long have he been here, ten minutes? And there's already some weird chick jumping out of mirrors and calling herself Bloody Mary! Isn't Bloody Mary a drink? He's probably had one or two of those and there might have been a girl looking like that in that picture but he doubts that she popped out of mirrors. So what the fuck is up with this weird dream? He lets out a sigh and looks at the woman dressed in black. Yes, she does look scary but what could she really do? Poke them with those pointy nails? No, that'd be stupid. He looks at the women. They're three now... Can't there be more guys instead? It's just him and the old man that's got the hots for the annoying girl. No, stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
He looks at the women again. The creepy one is talking about being some sort of legend, what's up with that? Did she escape from the nut house or what? "Geez... Does all of you girls have a screw loose or what? No offense to you blondie, you seem better than those two nut jobs!" He casually blows out smoke in the girls' direction. "Little girl, you voice is giving me a headache so just... Be quiet, will ya?" he says while keeping a safe distance and avoiding the angry girl's eyes. "What's a bloody Mary? Isn't that a drink?"
Western people have so many weird things. Weird drinks, annoying girls and weeeeeird chicks that pops out of mirrors. Geez, can't they be more like japanese people? That old man seems pretty nice so why can't they take after him?