"So...you've seen through my disguise, have you?"

Agra says, not even bothering to look up as she continues gathering up her cards, her expression hidden by the brim of her witch-like hat.

Agra was a fortune teller that always set up shop right outside Jouin High, benefitting off the kids that were curious and walked by. Though, they always ended up feeling out of it right after. Now, you know why.

"You're right. I'm not a fortune teller. I'm something far, far worse."

Agra pushes up from where she was seated, and glances up at you, her eyes red. A bit more than usual. A black mist emanates from her chest and completely envelopes her, before dissipating moments after, revealing an almost entirely different person.

Agra now floats in front of you, her limbs now skeletal, and her skin now deathly pale. She spins her parasol and glances back up at you from under the brim of her hat, before speaking in an almost otherworldly voice.

"My true name, is Agrat. Agrat bat Mahlat. And you, are now a problem."