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この作品は「The Body Shop - Keesha Chapter 1(comic)(RJ224214)」と内容の重複があります。

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## The Body Shop: Keesha, Chapter One

The air hung thick and sweet, a cloying blend of vanilla and something faintly metallic. Keesha inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring.  The scent, usually intoxicating, felt suffocating tonight. The Body Shop, normally a haven of soothing aromas and calming music, pulsed with a nervous energy that prickled her skin.  It wasn’t the usual Friday night rush; this was something different, something… unsettling.

Keesha, barely seventeen with eyes the colour of melted chocolate and hair like spun moonlight, adjusted the worn denim jacket over her crisp white blouse.  She’d been working at The Body Shop for six months, a temporary job meant to tide her over until college.  She’d hoped for a quiet escape from the pressures of her overbearing mother and the suffocating small-town expectations.  Instead, she'd found herself increasingly drawn into the strange, almost mystical aura that seemed to cling to the shop after dark.

Tonight, that aura was amplified.  The usually cheerful, pastel-painted walls seemed to darken, the shadows stretching and twisting like restless spirits.  Her co-worker, Brenda, a woman whose age was as much a mystery as the contents of her overflowing handbag, was unusually quiet, her normally boisterous laughter replaced with anxious glances at the clock.

“Slow night, huh?” Keesha asked, attempting to break the silence.

Brenda jumped, spilling a scattering of iridescent bath bombs across the counter.  “Oh, Keesha!  You scared me half to death.  Slow?  It’s… different tonight.  I can feel it.”  She picked up a fallen bath bomb, its shimmering surface reflecting the worried look in her eyes.

Keesha didn’t share Brenda’s… sensitivity.  She was a pragmatist, a believer in logic and reason.  But even she couldn't deny the strange atmosphere.  The usually soft lighting flickered, casting long, distorted shadows that danced menacingly across the shelves.  The faint sound of chanting, barely audible above the hum of the air conditioning, seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within the shop.

Suddenly, the bell above the door jingled, announcing a customer.  A tall, gaunt figure entered, his face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat.  He wore a long, dark coat that seemed to swallow him whole, and his hands were clasped tightly in front of him, his knuckles white.  He moved with a deliberate slowness, his gaze sweeping across the shop with an unsettling intensity.

Brenda gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.  Keesha felt a chill run down her spine.  There was something about this man, something ancient and powerful, that filled her with a primal fear she couldn’t explain.

He approached the counter, his eyes, when finally revealed, were a piercing blue, almost luminous in the dim light.  He didn’t speak, but he extended a hand, revealing a single, withered flower clutched in his palm.  It was unlike anything Keesha had ever seen, a blossom of deep indigo, its petals edged with silver.

“This… this flower,” he rasped, his voice like dry leaves rustling in the wind.  “Do you know its name?”

Keesha shook her head, mesmerized by the flower's unearthly beauty.  Brenda remained silent, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and fascination.

The man’s gaze shifted from the flower to Keesha’s face, his eyes burning into her soul.  “It blooms only under the light of a dying moon,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.  “And it seeks… a vessel.”

He placed the flower on the counter, its indigo petals seeming to pulse with a faint, inner light.  Then, as quickly as he had appeared, he turned and vanished into the night, leaving behind only the lingering scent of ozone and the unsettling silence.

Keesha stared at the flower, its otherworldly beauty now tinged with a sense of foreboding.  Brenda was trembling, her face pale.  The chanting had ceased, but the unsettling atmosphere remained, heavy and suffocating.

“What… what was that?” Brenda whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Keesha didn't have an answer.  She only knew one thing:  tonight, something had changed.  The Body Shop was no longer just a place of work; it had become the stage for something far more profound, something ancient and terrifying, and she, unwittingly, had become a part of it.  The flower remained on the counter, a silent testament to a mystery that had only just begun to unfold.  The scent of vanilla and ozone lingered in the air, a strange, intoxicating perfume of impending events.  Keesha knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was only the beginning.