Phantom had little luggage to pack. He had originally planned to leave that very night, but as if guided by some unseen force, he once again found himself standing at the center of the theater stage, the place he had agreed upon with the detective.
The rain drizzled without end, punctuated now and then by rumbling thunder. Yet Phantom's gaunt figure cast no shadow upon the walls. The space he occupied seemed utterly empty, as though even he himself did not exist.
"The scent of purple irises... Show yourself."
"Hehehe, this is practically my calling card. Didn't you consider me at all when you said that? What if I lost my mind?"
A deep-purple figure appeared in the theater.
"Mr. Phantom, I sincerely suggest you find somewhere to get your throat treated."
"You are not [Evil]."
Phantom ignored her flamboyant acting and theatrical manner. "True evil hides in the shadows, saying nothing. Good that pretends to be evil is different. They dress themselves in gaudy attire and play the part of the evil within their hearts."
"There should be applause here."
The phantom thief also slipped into a theatrical tone. "I met someone who can define good and evil. Guess who it was? I don't know. Perhaps Terra's omniscient and omnipotent supreme god."
"There's no need for this."
Of course, the phantom thief did not need to act this way. But she had come with anger in her heart, and she had to perform just the right amount of fury, with a theatrical flair besides. It was considerably more difficult than usual.
As for the reason behind her anger—
She took out the mask Phantom had left for the detective and gently set it upon the spotless floor. "Flowers ought to be accompanied by green leaves, but don't you think