Kim

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Kim opened his eyes and sat up.

He was in all sincerity surprised to be not only alive, but also in good health.

He must have slept too much dammit.

Ok, maybe not “slept” so much as “fallen in a coma” but hey, what’s the difference?

Of course, one of the alternatives involves going very much near total destruction, but let’s not be picky.

Of course, it would have felt better if only Kim didn’t feel a great weight on his chest.

He started looking around.

He was in a squalidly empty room, with crude brickwalls.

On one of the walls there was an obscene symbol.

He wondered who were the owner of this shack. And to be even more precise, where was this shack?

The last thing he remembered was fleeing, assaulted by his enemies.

But he had managed to survive, like always, and that was the only thing that mattered.

He then decided to start exploring.

Having opened the door, he found himself in a bleak corridor, from where at regular intervals hideous statues leered at him.

The building seemed empty, but to force ennui away Kim started whistling a bit.

At that moment, he heard voices from down the corridor.

-and this is where we keep all our foodstuffs—yes, see how they are all labeled-

They came from a door further away, and kim started running towards, not caring about the racket he was making.

-Hey, what was that?-

Glad to have found someone to talk to, Kim opened the door wide open.

In front of him there was a small, frail human in white clothes, who crossed his eyes, made a funny face, and fell on the floor.

Behind him there was a series of women clad in black and white.

Oh no.

Kim the demon had ended up in a nunnery.

He started wishing he were dead.