"Rentaro, do you think those girls really killed the police officers?" As they walked down the street, Enju held Rentaro's large hand, lowered her head, and asked in a subdued voice.
Feeling Enju's grip tighten slightly, Rentaro fell into thought. "Enju, don't listen too much to the people around you. They're all deeply prejudiced."
"Rentaro, if they really did kill them, would you hate me?"
"Enju, what are you saying? To me, you're one of a kind." Rentaro paused, then stroked Enju's head and spoke earnestly.
"Yes! To Enju, Rentaro is one of a kind too!"
Just as they were talking, a blonde woman in a pure white dress and a white, lotus-adorned hood slowly passed them, leading a group of girls who looked around with curious eyes. Several burly men in black suits followed behind, keeping a vigilant watch on their surroundings.
The girls wore all kinds of pretty clothes, each dressed up like a doll. Whenever they glanced at the woman leading them, their eyes brimmed with affection.
"Elsa, is it really okay for us to walk down the street like this?"
Irene, who was at the front holding Elsa's soft hand, asked timidly. Unlike her younger sisters, who still knew little of the world, she often went out to scrape together a living and understood just how much the people around them hated them.
"Don't worry! I'm here to protect you. Besides, when you're wearing such pretty clothes, you should walk proudly down the street and let everyone see how charming our little darlings are!"
"Elsa, we're not that cute!" At her praise, Irene's freshly washed, pale little face flushed bright red, and sweetness filled her heart.
She had never imagined that one day she would be able to walk openly beneath the sun, so carefree and