The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer....and then the moment she stepped forward,her right leg froze into ice rather it looked like it. She was so lost in the memories and tears that the necklace brought back that she noticed that her feet which are nimble refused to move.Quite naturally,she panicked and thought to herself that this was what her old man at home warned her about.She reluctantly
heard him tell her about this "trinity" technique and what it's going to take to reverse it.You know, she never really paid attention to her father's blabbering.She hardly paid any attention to him or his past or the stories he told her about it.He was his best friend until that monster
came along.Ah,that's quite another long story.The ice began to glow green,as if someone sprinkled it with lots of glitter,the color of Aurora borealis,a lovely and striking green.She managed to stifle a scream and looked around in fear and trepidation. Surely her father would be there somewhere nearby, hidden from her sight?Or atleast she hoped so.And then she glanced at her right leg once more.She could see red blobs at the ends of thin,wiry structures all over her leg.This time though,she let out a scream and gasped.For she realised that the blobs and wires were her own blood vessels,out of which blood was oozing out. She fainted,much to the shock and surprise of her dad,who indeed was watching her from the street corner.He knew his little girl,was resistant enough to trinity,the deadly poison from a deadly weapon symbolising the three deadliest wielders in the small suburb.He couldn't hold it any longer,though he knew that he will die or his daughter would.

So much more in the next part of this rather long story...
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