When the girl opened her eyes again, she found herself on a familiar street.
"Meow? Where is this...?"
Looking at Twilight Street before her, the girl was somewhat surprised. She remembered that she should have already left this place. But why had she returned now?
Hmm? Wait, left? Isn't this my home? Where else would I go if I left?
The question flashed through the girl's mind, but she quickly tossed it aside.
Then she leaped up, hummed a tune, and jumped onto the wall beside her, proceeding forward like a cat.
It was midnight, the time the girl liked best. Every night, she traveled back and forth through Twilight Street, "acquiring" interesting goods she took a fancy to. In the dead of night, everything had already fallen peacefully asleep. It was the perfect time for her to act. So where should she go shopping today...?
"-----!"
However, just as the girl's thoughts began to stir, a hair-raising sensation suddenly made her stop.
Almost instinctively, she leaped down from the wall in the next instant and hid in the shadows behind a nearby house, holding her breath and not daring to move.
Her instincts had always been sharp. The girl had survived on this bloody, brutal street until today by relying on that unique sense of hers.
She could be certain that something had been watching her just now, but she couldn't determine where the other party had come from.
In any case, she should find an escape route first.
When she encountered an enemy she couldn't beat, she would run. Staying alive was what mattered.
That was written in her Good Luck Notebook!
Thinking this, the girl leaned against the wall behind her, then planned to sneak around to the other side while she had the chance. However...
"Huh?