Magical - Girl Chinese

Three nights later, Meihua stood on the rooftop of the Ping An Finance Centre, the tallest building in Shenzhen. Below her, the city was a river of neon and headlights, a modern myth of steel and glass. But above her, the sky was wrong. The stars were blinking out one by one, replaced by a single, terrible eye the color of spoiled tea.

After school, Meihua didn’t go to bubble tea with her friends. She took the metro to a nondescript office building in the Nanshan district, rode the elevator to the 14th floor (there was no 13th), and walked into a waiting room that looked like a cross between a DMV and a Daoist temple. magical girl chinese

"Exorcise," she whispered.

Meihua pocketed the marble (a "grief seed" equivalent, but in this economy, she called it "overtime pay") and checked her phone. 10:14 AM. She’d missed twenty minutes of physics. Three nights later, Meihua stood on the rooftop

"Foolish child. You think paper and blood can touch a concept? I am not a ghost. I am the idea of fear." The stars were blinking out one by one,

And somewhere beneath Luofu Mountain, a hundred ghosts shivered.