>>13375715Rosa opened the refrigerator and pulled something out. At first I thought it was a cantaloupe.
“Mom, I’ve been out training all day, and you couldn’t even have dinner ready when I got home? Ugh.” Rosa groaned in the same unreadable voice.
Then I realized what she was holding. It wasn’t a cantaloupe. It was a head. Shaven and removed from the shoulders it should be on, but a head none the less.
I uttered a choked cry and took another step backwards. I felt something behind my shin, and then I was falling. I had tripped over her Oshawott, who was rubbing its head with a frustrated look on its face.
Rosa turned to look at me. “Where ya going? Mom’s gonna start dinner soon.” Her eyes were friendly. That was the most frightening thing. Standing in a bloody room, holding the severed head of her own mother, which had been in a fridge, Rosa’s eyes were as cheerful and friendly as when she had challenged me to a battle behind the Pokémon center.
