[h2]Shi, the Quiet Killer[/h2]

Shi managed to maintain a firm grip on her book as she held it up for inspection. She'd liked the cover, she had to confess, and upon reading what it was about she couldn't resist. A magical girl who transformed powered by her love of cats?  And then she fought monsters? It was kind of appealing to Shi, for certain... especially the cats. She couldn't manage to watch Kazumi's reaction as she held the book up, still looking away, but when she heard the taller girl say she might read it sometime she looked back up with shining eyes. It was, well... someone else liked a book she liked, and that was a good thing, right? ... Even if it was only by looking at the cover.

However, Shi immediately found herself rather embarrassed, her cheeks flushing as she looked away again. "... Y... y-yes, it's g-good..."

After a few moments of silence, still clutching the book against her chest, the white-haired girl walked towards her home. Pausing for a moment, she took a deep breath, quivering slightly as she turned once more to face Kazumi.

"... Th..."

This was the only thing that could be said to someone after they took time to walk you home, even if it wasn't necessary...

"... Th... thanks..."

With that, the girl pushed open her door and vanished into her home.

The walls were blank. There was no television, no furniture of any sort. A simple futon was the only piece of furniture in the first room. Many of the others were occupied with supplies of all kinds. The doors and windows were warded, not by Shi herself, but by her handlers. Her knowledge of magic had been deliberately limited, and was impossible to expand. She had to be assisted on matters like that...

Shi quietly placed the book next to her futon. Near it, many other books of all different kinds were neatly stacked. She didn't have a bookshelf to store them. And she only had time to drop them off. Shi headed to the back of the house, through a hallway until she reached what would normally be a bedroom. Many boxes with various labels were arranged on one side of the room. One was a small suitcase.

Shi opened it, and from it she took it. The familiar cool, black metal of her pistol. She placed it gently aside as she placed her nearby hat on her head.

A few moments later, the white-haired girl was finished.

She had only to pick up her final weapon. It was late enough that she should not need to use magic to move covertly.

Shi left through the back window, sealing it from the outside as she did. She was already late.