(Y/N) took a deep breath.
"It's... here." She mumbled to herself, raising her hand upwards into the air to get a better look at it. Perhaps to anyone passing by, it would look like a perfectly normal hand, but what they didn't know was that it had a little attachment they couldn't see.
Looking at the pair of scissors on the side-table next to her bed, (Y/N) reached out to grab them, and steadied them to cut the thin pink thread tied to her pinkie and running through her window and somewhere beyond.
One snip. Two snips. Four snips. Ten snips. Twelve snips and it wouldn't come off! (Y/N), in a fit of frustration, threw the scissors on the ground as she tried to manually take the string off with the mere force of her hand. As expected, it wouldn't work, but it sure as heck didn't hurt to try.
There has to be a way to get rid of this! (Y/N) inwardly stressed, pulling up her laptop from under her bed covers and popping it open. (Y/N) began to immediately search the internet for anyway to get rid of the cursed string on her finger, but only found the same old answer about everywhere she looked.