At first Karen thought she got lost walking a beautiful path during a tour she had signed up for long ago. Being a department leader, whose vacations were difficult to get. However, one detour... one bad turn or who knows what happened made her end...
I've started working on some other translations. They are mostly one-shots and stuff, but I still don't know when to post them. I'll probably wait to have a few written and then I'll start posting them little by little.
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She can't help comparing this with a day of bad meetings, where your boss just looks for who pays for the broken dishes of a poor planning where sales expectations were placed at the highest, with worse results. The tension, the looks... As a marketing manager, everyone points to this department as the one to blame for the lack of momentum.
Being that it is not.
Karen is familiar with that. She raises her chin, stands straight... and although this is not the same, she follows the rhythm of her light walk with her uncomfortable shoes and extravagant clothing. She wants to run, to not see these people who look at her with shamelessness.
The road is long... accompanied by the old woman named Kaori.
"Very good," Mikami praises seeing the movement and judging her even at this moment. Seriously, she took this task very strictly to the letter.
A true professional.
Karen doesn't say anything. She wants to turn around, analyze and observe this part of the house that she is sure she hasn't been to before. Well, what is there to say of that hallway with a door she never saw but is the least of it being involved in the panorama of the event where silence reigns.
It's obvious people are curious, morbid... they don't want her there.
They arrive at a house of enormous proportions right in the middle of the cobbled roads of a complex of humble houses full of wood. Many dressed in kimonos form around the large plaza that forms in front of their goal.
Mikami and Kaori bow in respect... Karen doesn't want to do it but gives in to the formality of those she can see in front of her. She wonders what kind of position Hashirama and Tobirama have whom they see in the middle, surrounded by a bunch of old people who she almost swears is the accursed council.
The people who have forced her out of her isolation... her depression and loneliness.
The culprits of her torture disguised as cultural learning.
"So this is the woman." An old man with a long beard lightly caresses said facial decoration with curiosity, breaking the silence that spread through the place.
"Yes, she is." Tobirama is the one who responds with a scolding gesture. She looks at the one with long hair who remains haughty... imposing. She never thought that the cheerful and mysterious Hashirama could look more intimidating than his brother. Karen gives him a point for it.
Making him stand out like a sure toe.
"Today is a day of festivities..." The softest of her kidnappers is in the front, while the bustle around her accelerates at her side... approaching as if she were the most important thing in existence. The civilian does not avoid being scared. So many presences maker her anxious after a year locked up without any contact.
