Dusty rain in the mortal world, song of apocalypse.
The girl sitting on a bench by the street calmly raised her head and looked ahead after placing the battered Wooden Guitar on her lap.
Crowds streamed past her, yet not a single person would stop for her, nor had anyone ever cast so much as a curious glance her way.
No place of origin, nor any destination.
Like an observer standing beyond all else, she had been rejected by every world, walking alone along the edges of one world after another.
After carefully tuning the strings, just as she had done tens of thousands of times before, the girl softly began to sing to the crowd before her in time with the music—a song with no audience.
—But this time, her song received a response.
As the final notes faded, applause came from directly in front of her.
Slightly stunned, the girl looked up and saw a boy standing before her. For one brief instant, it felt as though the entire world contained only her and him.
For the first time, the girl clearly saw her own reflection in someone else's eyes.
While she was still in a daze, he walked straight over and sat down beside her.
"What, you came to this world too?"
...Me? He knows me?
"What, you don't recognize me anymore?"
Watching the girl stare blankly at him with a bewildered expression, Bai Zhi found it rather amusing.
"Come to think of it, not much time should have passed, right?"
World's End Singer, Fuzi's younger sister—a special existence cursed by the world and thus forgotten by all people.
His acquaintance with her dated back to the first large-scale campaign.
He remembered that, in the end, she had returned to her sister's side with Qian Sui. At