Medic's Mystery: The Next Day
Walking across crystallized ground, the sound of Originium cracking and shattering reminded Medic of echoes from the past.
The girl was exceptionally sensitive to that sound, because it resembled the sound of Firearms Arts piercing glass. But Number Seventy-Seven's missions had never simply been about killing someone... Nana regarded the weight of every life equally, yet the value of life and death had never been equal from the start.
At the very least, killing required a reason. Saving someone did not.
Kitty Killer was now grateful to her manager. Eternal Constant's painstaking guidance over the years had kept Nana from being unable to distinguish her current feelings.
This feeling of crossing the storm to reach another person's side... even if it had been altered by the gaze of the Bruce family's Dead Soul, it could not change Nana's longing for her.
The white Feline in her memories, like a cloud, was the softest thing in Nana's limited recollections. But Cole, who had been the first to give Nana a gentle touch—Kitty Killer had merely let her guard down for an instant... and when she looked back, Cole was gone forever.
Miss Killer understood life's fragility better than anyone, so she believed she bore full responsibility for the deaths of Cole and Kate.
But the little cat, who had never learned how to love someone, who had never even been loved herself, did not know what to do next...
With a soul utterly blank and an empty interior, the killer could only live by inertia.
She constantly told herself that the contract was still in effect, that the blood money had not been reclaimed... Only with that excuse could she rightfully enjoy the comfort given by the dead woman's tenderness. In exchange, the hollow killer completely