Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

"There was a dragon, a whole dragon! And I couldn’t get one good shot of it!"

"It was a shapeshifter Alicia, not an actual dragon," Fumeko replied. "And that’s how you greet people at the door?"

"Not unless you’re the tax collector," she uttered as she pulled the door open to usher the brunette in.

"What?" Fumeko squinted as she stepped foot into Alicia’s apartment. It was relatively small, but cozy best fit the scene before her.

Her footsteps made but two clacks on the wood before it was met by pinkish-white high-pile rugs that decorated every inch of the floor. Fumeko took off her shoes and set it on the rack by the side as Alicia shut the door behind her.

Sinking a few centimetres into the carpeting, Alicia walked ahead and invited Fumeko in proper. "Considering you didn’t get injured, I’m surprised you’re not out there trying to find something to write about."

Alicia put a hand out, "Y’think they’ll let me anywhere near this sorta thing? The amount’a restrictions they have has my hands bound, legs tied and eyes taped shut."

"As if that ever stopped you."

"Ooo, y’know me well little detective~ I was going ’round town, picking up any scoops I could find before you rang."

A long velvet sofa, infested by throw pillows of various hues, sizes and designs, sat facing the window on the other side of the room.

Beside the window was a small round table with two chairs and potted plant that gave way to look out of the 4th floor of the building and onto the street below.

Behind a chair, the oven was shut while a kettle steamed on the open stove. "Sorry I stopped you," Fumeko responded. "Could’ve used more useful information."