Late at night, somewhere in the city, in a sparsely populated, overdeveloped district.
Creeeak~~
With a low creak, the door opened a crack. Two figures pressed along the wall, crossed through the darkness, and stepped into the light.
Haa...
Finally, she had safely slipped back in. Bringing someone along really was a hassle.
Only after entering the house and closing the front door did Utsumi Eri finally let out a relieved breath. She tossed aside her violin case and plunged headfirst onto the soft sofa, her body sinking deep into the cushions as her taut nerves eased slightly.
Samael, whom she had brought inside, habitually surveyed his surroundings, examining the home of this Maiden Exorcist.
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