BOOOOOOM!
“Kyaaaaah!”
A blinding flash erupts right in front of the Cutie-a team.
“Go!”
Following the monster’s orders, we grunts rush toward the blast site. I spot Cutie-a Pink, unconscious, and am about to call for backup when I notice her transformation fading.
“Th-this girl…!”
It’s the high school girl I see every morning on the train. She’s always kind to the elderly and those in trouble, but merciless to perverts. I’ve been quietly watching her for a while now. The other Cutie-a members, injured and desperate, are running for their lives. If they’re caught, our organization will do unspeakable things to them. Monsters and my fellow grunts are chasing the fleeing Cutie-a team, completely unaware of what’s happening here. As for me… I…
