Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

The Disaster Management Bureau agents snapped their heads around. "Whoa!"

Wires tipped with Jin Nasol's ornate nails shot out and snagged the merchild's sleeve. This was the personal weapon of A-squad's assistant manager. "Huh? Look, fireworks!"

The child laughed.

Hearing the tainted mer-child's giggle, Jin Nasol sliced the most lethal appendage first—the part that secreted paralytic and infectious fluids. Slice.

"Aaaagh!"

The enormous tail attached to the mer-child dropped to the floor. Blood and slime burst out.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

An agent's counter-strike missed by a hair. Without a pause, Jin Nasol yanked the now-crippled mer-child in with her wire and clamped the child under one arm.

"Eek!"

Then she announced.

"Take one more step and it dies."

"...!"