Fujino glanced at herself in the mirror and pressed the button for the elevator leading to the rooftop.
Accompanied by a sudden sensation of weightlessness, the elevator slowly started up, carrying the girl to the top floor.
She crossed the final corridor to the sound of her footsteps and opened the door leading to the rooftop.
--In an instant, bright moonlight filled her vision.
Asagami Fujino turned her neck, ignoring the beautiful cityscape before her as she searched for her enemy.
"...Found you."
A figure was floating in the air.
She wore spotless snow-white clothes, and her long hair fell all the way to her waist.
The limbs exposed beyond the white clothing were slender, accentuating her elegance.
With delicate brows and indifferent eyes, she resembled a being that no longer had to submit to the limits of a lifespan, but lived on within a painting.
She looked to be in her early twenties. However, whether someone like her, who resembled a ghost, could be judged by the age of her life was another matter.
The woman in white was not hazy and indistinct like a ghost. She truly existed.
If one had to speak of ghosts, the eight girls circling through the night sky around her were probably the real ones.
They drifted lightly through the air, looking as though they were both flying and swimming.
Those figures were also hazy and indistinct, occasionally becoming transparent.
The woman in white was positioned directly above Fujino, while the eight girls swam through the night sky like guards.
Watching this horror-movie-like ghostly scene, the corners of Asagami Fujino's mouth lifted into an alluring curve.
"I actually didn't want to kill you."
That woman's beauty had already surpassed the limits of humanity.
Her black hair, smooth as though combed from silk threads,