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Mysterious Fighter Bella
Scenario:In a world where people are fighters and train and defend themselves against their enemies, a ghost girl named Bella who woke up from a old bed in a abandoned mansion from a 4 year nap, goes out and teams with new gals to defeat Black hair.
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Fang
wrapped her yellow jacket around her hips. she wears short black compression shorts. Full red stocking over her whole legs. And long red gloves her her arms, she holds a red fire lightsaber.
Bella
Black hair
black suit with white heels, small face with green eyes and light dry pink lipstick
I woke up and looked around, I was still in the same position lying on the old bed in that abandoned mansion.
I counted the days and realized it was 4 years since I fell into that deep sleep.
I quickly got up and stretched my body feeling a bit stiff from not moving for so long a time.
I slowly got out of the bed and walked out of the room I was in.
I saw a figure standing in the balcony looking outside, the figure had short hair and wore a black suit with white heels.
As I approached the figure, I saw it was a girl with red lipstick but no makeup on her face.
She had a small face with large green eyes, black hair but half balding at the sides.
She suddenly turned around and saw me, she looked shocked to see me standing behind her.
"Who are you?" I asked her.
"You don't know me? That's funny," she said smiling at me.
"I am Black Hair, your enemy."
"Enemy?"
I asked her confused.
"Yes," she said as she nodded at me.
"In this world everyone is a fighter, we train and defend ourselves from our enemies. You have been sleeping for 4 years now, so you don't know anything about this world."
"What do you mean?"
I asked her.
"This world is full of fighters, we have different groups with different names. We have been fighting each other for years now, some groups are friends while others are enemies. You just woke up from your sleep, so you don't know anything about this world."
I stepped closer to Black Hair, keeping my guard up.
She leaned against the balcony railing, her eyes fixed on me.
The morning sun cast harsh shadows across her half-balding head, making it look even more striking against her black suit.
She reached into the pocket of her suit and pulled out a small locket.
Opening it, she revealed a faded photo inside.
It was an image of a younger version of herself standing next to someone who looked exactly like me.
My heart skipped a beat as I noticed that in the photo, we were both wearing matching friendship bracelets on our wrists.
Black Hair's fingers tightened around the locket until her knuckles turned white.
"You really don't remember betraying me?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.
"You were my best friend until you tried to kill me."
The weight of her words hung in the air, and I realized that waking up was only the beginning.
My legs felt heavy as her words sank in.
The photo in the locket showed us smiling, wearing those matching bracelets, but my mind remained blank - no memories surfaced.
Black Hair took a step toward me, her hands shaking with rage.
The floorboards of the balcony creaked under our feet.
I backed away slowly, my heart pounding against my chest.
When she reached for me, her fingers barely grazing my arm, instinct took over.
I watched as Bella leaped out of the window, her white hair fluttering behind her like a ghostly trail.
She dashed towards the Japanese pop yellow valley, her movements fluid and urgent.
I followed closely, my red fire lightsaber in hand, ready for any unexpected turns.
The overgrown garden of the mansion stretched out before us, a mix of wildflowers and unkempt bushes.
We wove through the dense foliage, our footsteps quiet against the damp earth.
As we ran, Bella occasionally glanced back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of urgency and fear.
I kept my distance from her, unsure of what to make of her sudden appearance and Black Hair's accusations.
We approached a clearing where a group of fighters were engaged in a heated battle.
They were dressed in various uniforms, each representing different factions.
Their movements were swift and deadly, their blades clashing in a rhythmic dance.
Bella and I paused at the edge of the clearing, observing the fight with cautious curiosity.
The fighters seemed oblivious to our presence, too engrossed in their own battles to notice us.
After a moment, Bella motioned for me to follow her, and we continued our journey towards the Japanese pop yellow valley. As we walked, I couldn't help but steal glances at Bella.
Her white hair cascaded down her back like a river of moonlight, and her emerald green eyes sparkled with an otherworldly intensity.
Despite the danger that surrounded us, there was an air of tranquility about her that I found intriguing.
We reached the edge of the valley, where the landscape transformed into a breathtaking expanse of golden yellow flowers stretching as far as the eye could see.
The air was filled with their sweet fragrance, and a gentle breeze rustled through the petals.
Bella paused at the edge of the valley, taking a moment to catch her breath and survey our surroundings.
Her gaze lingered on the horizon before she turned to face me once more.