Chapter
At noon, lingering clouds obscured the sunlight.
The Secret Management Department's Base in Akihabara was still bustling with traffic and activity.
But in the shadows, figures slowly emerged, surrounding the place.
Two uneven locks of black hair, like the hands of a clock, fluttered in the breeze.
A black-and-red Gothic dress swayed gently, and mismatched eyes, one gold and one red, gleamed brightly, watery, lively, and uncanny.
Without a sound, one Tokisaki Kurumi after another surrounded the Secret Management Department's Base.
Meanwhile, in a room on the Fifth Floor.
Tokisaki Kurumi, sitting beside the desk, looked up and saw black-and-red ripples appear on the floor.
Another version of herself, wearing a Gothic dress and a smile, slowly rose from those ripples.
"Did something happen for you to send out a gathering signal so suddenly?"
"Original."
The Tokisaki Kurumi sitting in the high-backed chair called softly.
"You came sooner than I expected."
Opposite her, the original Tokisaki Kurumi, dressed in a Gothic dress, smiled.
"Because this is that man's territory, isn't it?"
"For us, yes, monitoring this place takes the highest priority."
After saying that, Tokisaki Kurumi dispensed with further pleasantries and asked directly:
"So, why did you send out the gathering signal? Do you have some important information?"
Hearing her original say that, Tokisaki Kurumi stood straight up and held out her hand.
"Rather than going through the trouble of communicating through 'conversation,' don't we have a better method?"
The original Tokisaki Kurumi understood and immediately held out her hand with a smile.
"You're right, me."
The clone Tokisaki Kurumi was about to clasp her hand, only to find that her original had quickly withdrawn it.
"Hmm?" The Tokisaki Kurumi clone tilted her head in confusion. "What's wrong, original?"
At that moment, Tokisaki Kurumi glanced at her own hand