CHAPTER 8

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The black thing is moving close to Rosanna while sticking its fit to the ceiling.

That thing is shrieking and tried to attack Rosanna who lay down on her bed,

" MY FOOD!",

She moves her body with all the energy left and catches that thing with her teeth.

She tears the part bites and swallows it.

It tastes strange but she can feel her body has regained its momentum. She laughs like a maniac and proceeds to take another bite but that thing flees quickly as he can sense danger at a max level when facing Rosanna,

"Tch, what a waste. I could have kept that thing to be my supply later",

She moves her finger and smirk but after that, she touches her head. When did her hair grow like Rapunzel's?
The hair is shining like some jewel but the color is black,

"It's like my hair from my previous life. Hah, at least I have hair but it's too long",

She proceeds to get scissors to cut it but they can't penetrate through the hair,

"Wtf? How can I carry this hair around if I can't cut it? It's even solid like a jewel!",

She use every single sharp thing she could find in the room to cut it but there was no result so far.

She touches her strand of hair. It's soft but when she tried to pluck it out, it's like her brain will get out together with that very hair.

Tok! Tok! Tok!

" May I come in?",

She was startled when she heard the voice.

With her appearance, she can't appear in front of others!

"No! You can't!",

"What's wrong miss?",

Just when the servant wants to open the door, Rosanna's black hair moves on its own and slams close the door,

"Miss? Miss? Are you okay? Miss!",

The knocking continued several times before the maid ran in the opposite direction from her room's door.

After that, the hair stops its movement and stays still like always,

"What...what the heck I just see? Is my hair got possessed by an evil spirit?",

Even Rosanna turned speechless. She touches her hair once again but it is not moving like earlier,

"H...hey. Are you a spirit?",

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