"Where did he pick up that family bucket..." Gem Witch muttered to herself.
On one side stood the Masked Witch, gorgeously dressed and alluring, the gem-studded belt beneath her slender waist glittering while her vivid cape fluttered flamboyantly in the wind.
On the other stood a masked freak wearing an enormous KFC family bucket on his head, dressed in KFC's red-and-white employee uniform.
The two styles were utterly different, yet somehow bore a faint resemblance.
At first glance, this "Grandpa KFC" looked like an authentic KFC employee—
No, an employee would not put a family bucket over his head. This man was practically a sentient KFC family bucket!
Yet on closer inspection, his clothes were wrinkled and clung to him like a bodysuit. They clearly did not fit him at all!
In Gem Witch's experience, they looked "stolen."
Gem Witch remembered catching a glimpse of a KFC fried chicken restaurant nearby while fleeing. Could this fellow have gotten the family bucket and red-and-white uniform from around there—
Although he was her "savior," the sheer impact of his appearance was so overwhelming that Gem Witch did not know whether she ought to thank him, be wary of him, or laugh and cry at the same time.
Yet this absurdly casual style inexplicably gave her an extremely strange sense of déjà vu.
For no reason, she thought of that advertisement: "West City Graveyard, new housing development! Centennial Famous Residence! Unlimited appreciation! Down payment only seven figures!"
Because someone had once used the banner bearing that advertisement to make an utterly Netherworld-style cloak, hiding his head and face before appearing in front of her.
That was someone very important to Gem Witch."
When Gem Witch thought of this, the look she gave the newcomer became meaningful.
When Gem Witch thought of this, her