Amsterdam · Zandvoort Dark Division branch.
Inside Pansy Jane's office.
A lit cigarette hung from Pansy Jane's lips. She looked somewhat tired, and as the smoke drifted from her mouth, her thoughts involuntarily returned to the past.
She was not actually a pure-blooded Amsterdam native. Her father was a surgeon who had secured a seat in Parliament through his contributions to population statistics when she was ten, while her mother was a renowned Dublin writer and poet.
Her mother was a passionate nationalist, and she had been influenced by her to some extent, which made her approach to things far more radical than that of her peers.
To others, Pansy Jane was an exceptionally intelligent woman. She had her own distinctive taste in clothes, understood social subtleties, and could easily say things that delighted whoever she was talking to.
Pansy Jane was more gifted than anyone else, so her life was also very dull.
Pansy Jane had long forgotten when she had learned to smoke, and she could no longer recall why she had started. All she knew was that cigarettes had become part of her body. She could no longer do without them.
Her life should have continued in this dull, monotonous fashion, her existence as a genius ending amid the world's praise or commentary.
But life was always full of surprises. Five years ago, Pansy Jane had discovered the "truth" of this world. She had encountered the so-called "Veil Law," learned of the supernatural, and successfully become one of the Qualified through an accident.
Raised on her mother's fighting spirit, she had ignited the same spirit of resistance within herself. The timely appearance of [Holy Sun] and the [Serpent's Hand] had fanned those flames into a blaze.
Pansy Jane had learned of Heaven's existence. In her mind, Heaven