These mortals weren't afraid of her at all. They even liked her?
Humans these days were hopeless!
"Um, hello! Could you give me an autograph? Please!"
As Enma Ai frowned slightly, a girl suddenly rushed up in front of her and pleaded eagerly.
"..."
Enma Ai stared expressionlessly at the excited girl before her. Just as she was about to say something, the girl suddenly smacked her forehead.
"You didn't bring a pen, did you? It's okay, I came prepared!"
As she spoke, she took a pen and a small notebook from her bag and held them out to Enma Ai expectantly.
Prompted by the girl's actions, another boy approached Enma Ai excitedly with a camera.
"Hello! You're cosplaying Enma Ai, right? You look so much like her! Compared to you, all those people who used to cosplay Konomi are complete trash. If it weren't truly impossible, the moment I saw you, I would've thought the real Enma Ai had stepped straight out of the manga. Please, you have to take a photo with me! I'll even pay if I have to."
The man was incredibly excited. He had always liked the cosplay scene, and now that Jigoku Shoujo had become hugely popular... he had seen quite a few cosplayers portraying Enma Ai. They weren't exactly bad, but without comparison, there was no harm.
Compared to the girl before him, they were like cheap knockoffs next to an official, flawless masterpiece.
"..."
Enma Ai stood in the middle of the crowd. Hearing the man's words, her expression darkened again. It was all that damned woman's fault. Now everyone knew "her."
And they even thought of her as some kind of S...
Now she wasn't even herself anymore. What did he mean, she looked so much like Enma Ai?
And