It was another calm afternoon in the nice, historical, modern and classy city of Rome. People milled around their business, classes were over for the day and the common people on the street remained in blissful ignorance of the dangers that existed right around them, a danger fought in a secret war waged by magical girls. 

One such girl, Catherine, sat in a cafe in the "territory" claimed by her group. It was a nice little cafe, known as Zepelli's, and the girl was simply waiting, listening to music with a cup of coffee in her hands as she waited for the other girls of her group; fellow magical girls who had formed a group for companionship and teamwork.