Enma Ai looked at the crowd surrounding her. The burning intensity in most of their eyes, as though they were looking at an idol, made her especially uncomfortable.
She was Hell Girl! An emissary of hell, the grim reaper sort... a super-duper scary being.
Yet these mortals were not afraid of her at all. They even liked her?
This generation of humans was hopeless!
"Um, hello! Could I have your autograph? Please!"
As Enma Ai frowned slightly, a girl suddenly rushed up to her with a pleading look.
"..."
Enma Ai stared expressionlessly at the excited girl before her. Just as she was about to say something, the girl suddenly smacked her own forehead.
"You don't have a pen, right? That's okay, I came prepared!"
With that, she took a pen and a little notebook out of her bag and held them out to Enma Ai expectantly.
Spurred on by the girl's actions, a young man eagerly approached Enma Ai with a camera.
"Hello! You're cosplaying Enma Ai, right? You look exactly like her! All the people who cosplayed Xiao Ai before are absolute trash compared to you. If it weren't literally impossible, the moment I saw you, I'd have thought the real Enma Ai had stepped out of the manga. Please take a picture with me! I'll even pay!"
The man sounded incredibly excited. He already liked the cosplay scene, and now that Hell Girl was hugely popular... he had seen a few people cosplay Enma Ai. They were not necessarily bad, but comparisons could be brutal.
Compared to the girl before him, they were bargain-bin knockoffs next to a flawless official product.
"..."
Standing in the middle of the crowd, Enma Ai's expression darkened again at his words. It was all that damned woman's fault. Now practically