The children shifted uneasily, not because of the 'Solid,' I told myself, but because of the unsettling scenes unfolding before their eyes. My hands moved recklessly, crushing the lifeless insects. Tiny organs splattered in a small radius, a grotesque mosaic on the ground.
'Hmm? What a fragile swarm,' I mused, contemplating whether to lift my finger to wash them off and head home or perhaps take a stroll through the city. Relief softened their faces as I straightened up.
"Miss, are you going to play with us again?" the blonde-haired boy asked. 'I didn't play with them. It hasn't even been five minutes. What are they talking about?' I thought. Then the boy with black hair added, "You're not right, are you?"
I replied with a mocking bow, "I won't, you little pests." Their eyes stayed fixed on me even as I moved toward the water source — the fountain, I think? I wasn't sure, but I needed to clean my hands.
There was no soap, only water to wash away the grime. As I dried my hands, I noticed the pair still watching me. The older man's gaze flickered strangely. 'What the hell is wrong with him?' I thought, irritation rising. That old geezer.
Without thinking, my body moved on its own, a tissue ball forming in my hand, ready to silence him. My foot carried me closer to the man, who looked like he had grandchildren. 'Is one of those kids his nephew? I should ask,' I wondered.
"Do you need something?" I said, noticing his eyes fixed on my chest. He kept his cool but replied, "Why do you ask?"
Before he could react, I grabbed his jaw in a swift move. "Wha—what th—"
People nearby turned to watch. Their stares only fueled my anger. I hated being the center of attention.
"Shut your mouth or answer me quietly! Where were you looking?" I demanded, my voice low but firm. His eyes darted downward again.
"Look, people are staring. Can you drop it, please?" he pleaded as I leaned in, locking eyes with him.
"Why the hell were you staring at me like that? Don't you have women in your family?"
He ignored my words, but the crowd's attention was growing. Someone raised a camera. 'Great, this will go viral fast,' I thought. An opportunity to expose him.
I shouted, "Everyone, this old man was staring at my chest with lustful eyes. He even made inappropriate gestures." I softened the accusation, but the crowd was already reacting.
"I am—I was..." the man stammered. Then a muscular figure stepped forward, glaring fiercely at the old man.
"Don't you have any shame? People like you ruin the reputation of men," the bodybuilder growled.
'His head would have exploded if things escalated. Well, I would have ended the old man myself,' I thought.
Suddenly, a woman from the crowd rushed toward me. Let's call her Fat Nose — her nose was impossibly wide. She ran like a goblin; she really needed a diet.
"Are you okay? Come here," she said, grabbing my hands and pulling me away before I could respond.
"I'm fine, just please get me away from that creep," I said, trying to sound like a normal girl, or at least trying my best.
She led me to a group of people gathering nearby. They swarmed around me like bees to honey.
One man held a microphone and recorded with his phone. 'Mic and phone? What's his angle?' I wondered. Then I realized the agenda and approached him. He quickly followed.
"Miss, can you please explain what happened in detail?" he asked.
I began recounting the incident, omitting the part about the insects. Meanwhile, on the other side...e.