Kasumi
Pearl's streets were far too busy. Beyond Kasumi's bedroom window, she could hear the excited chattering of many citizens, people with lives far better than her own. Ugh, she thought. What time is it? Last night, she'd gone to sleep at 2 in the morning. How do these fools have this kind of energy already? She wondered, assuming it was still early.
Someone knocked at her house's front door and her eyes opened. Her crimson irises looked up at the ceiling with disgust. You've got to be kidding me.
The brown-skinned woman sat up, her blood-red hair falling over her shoulders. She took a deep breath and stood.
They knocked again.
Kasumi straightened out her nightgown and put on a pair of fuzzy slippers. She grabbed a hairband, exiting the room while she tied her hair into a ponytail.
They knocked a third time.
