The research institute's lobby lay beneath the moonlight.
Three modified witches stood against us.
The trio wore similar cloaks and black hoods, the same style Yin Lu wore as the magical girl Qianhua. They covered most of their faces and upper bodies, leaving me unable to make out their features or hairstyles.
The fake magical girls who had attacked us in the Old District had dressed the same way. Perhaps this was their organization's uniform.
The same general style, but different designs, allowing them to conceal their identities while telling one another apart.
Still, store-bought cloaks were different from a magical girl's Battle Dress, so their outfits differed below the cloaks.
The leader of the three wore sequined leather pants and a flashy crocodile-skin belt. She looked a little like a K-pop idol.
The high-heeled boots on her feet, however, looked downright nasty. Their toes, soles, heels, even the ankles... all bristled with vicious spikes.
Was she a witch who specialized in kicks?
A direct kick from those would tear flesh open. They were even nastier than my platform boots.
The witch on her left wore a khaki pleated skirt and black thigh-high socks.
She looked a bit like a schoolgirl.
But these days, wearing a schoolgirl uniform didn't necessarily mean you were a high school student. Office workers wore them too.
I could see the hem of a matching jacket and imagine what she wore up top. Her shoes were just ordinary sneakers.
Nothing special. She probably wasn't a witch who fought with her legs.
Finally, the one on the right wore an unusual cage-style dress. Not only was her skirt huge, but her cloak was also the widest of the three. It wasn't hard to imagine the style of the dress beneath it.
Her hands, clad in red