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[b]FUKUOKA-SHI
05:32 PM[/b]

The sun was setting, dying the clouds with a reddish tint as evening befell on the city. The crowd was slowly rolling out: students scrambling out of the school gate as the last bell echoed hollowly down the emptied corridors; the footsteps of salarymen and OLs roared down the stairs and escalators, dashing to catch the train; townspeople flooding the malls and shopping districts for dinner, watching the sky that faded into darkness. Neon lights and streetlamps flicked to life, raising the curtains to the nightscape of this sleepless place in the Kyushu area of Japan.

Hidden in the shadow on the roof high up in a certain building, the silhouette of a petite female lay silent and still as she rested her head against a sniper rifle. [b]No.49 Nagisa[/b] peered through the scope lens of her gun, making a beeline for a particular person among the mess of strangers below.

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Him.

Her unblinking eyes followed the head of her target, at the light brown hair of a bespectacled young man who appeared to be on his way home from a workout: she could barely make out the tiny beads of sweat that lined his sideburn down to the jawline, a stray towel bit poking out from his bag. A blast of cold wind slapped against her cheeks, but it wasn't enough to douse the rising heat welling up from somewhere deep inside her tiny frame. She was vaguely aware of the sudden adrenaline rush that was pumping into her legs as she leaped down the building, zipping through the throng of passers-by, her speed too fast for any of them to catch a glimpse of the dangerous weapon she was carrying on her back.

In a matter of seconds, she had arrived at the spot her seemingly detached body willed her to go to - right in the path of the person she saw through the lens. She shifted her rifle absentmindedly and brisk-walked towards him, her emotionless gaze still locked on his face. With the barrel of her gun positioned beneath the chin of her target, she finally spoke in a quiet, monotonous voice, "...Are you my Ashikabi?"