On the barren, desolate land of the Hell Dimension, three little girls raced around freely, each riding a Hellhorse.
None of the creatures of Hell that saw them lunged forward to tear into them as they usually did when they spotted human souls. Instead, they scattered like startled birds, keeping as far away as possible.
These three girls were, of course, Alice and her two sisters.
Playing games with those "cool" demons was Arale's personal hobby. When the sisters did something together, they generally chose horse racing or fishing.
"Hahahahaha! Charge!"
Arale stood right on her Hellhorse's back, both hands raised high as she raced ahead of the others.
Angela had changed into her pirate outfit. Holding the reins in one hand and waving a little cutlass with the other, she followed close behind. "Speed up and catch her! Nightmare No. 2!"
"Aaaaaaaah!"
Alice brought up the rear, her arms wrapped tightly around her Hellhorse's neck as she screamed with her eyes shut.
It wasn't that Alice disliked racing horses with her sisters. This was simply how she acted whenever they raced.
And because Alice got so worked up during a race, the windup key on her back kept spinning nonstop.
For some unknown reason, Alice had taken leave of her senses and asked Kraft to put her windup key back in. Naturally, Kraft had been delighted and installed it immediately.
Arale had made a fuss about wanting one too. Unable to withstand her pestering, Kraft had installed one for her as well. But after just one trip outside, the windup key on her back had fallen off somewhere...
Just as the three sisters galloped along, sharing in Hell's splendor, the roar of a motorcycle came from the distance.
Angela was the first to react. Hearing a motorcycle in a