It was evening in Miura City. The sun was hanging low in the sky. School clubs were finishing up their meetings. The people of Miura were slipping into a slower pace as the day wound down. At this time of day, some people said you could see into the Imaginary District. They said that the sunlight filtered in, just right, to allow a glimpse into a world filled with youkai and all sorts of supernatural things. Things that you could only imagine.

Of course, this kind of thought was foolish. There was no such thing as the Imaginary District.

Right?

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The building that the Miura Youth Organization had settled on wasn't very large. It wasn't very impressive, either, small(though not without room for a fair amount of members) and painted a plain white. Apparently it had once been home to a small hobby shop until the owner retired. Still, it had all the facilities that Makiko had felt was necessary for such a thing. The members could meet, talk to one another, and work out what they could do next. Plan out how to keep people safe. Figure out how to help the Police Department. Any number of things could be planned out in a location like this.

And yet...

Makiko sat down on the couch. Enryu lay on the table, sheathed. The girl stared concertedly at the door.

Was she early? No, she couldn't have been. That meant everyone else... was late.

What was going on? Why were they late?

This question weighed frustratingly on her mind. Makiko simply couldn't help it. She'd founded the Youth Organization with the express purpose of making sure that the Imaginary District was safe. They'd met before. But today... everyone was late! She wasn't early, she was certain she wasn't! So what was everyone doing?

She sighed to herself. Well, as long as they got here soon...

Little did Makiko know that things were about to take a turn.

It wasn't every day someone new arrived in the Imaginary District.

But in truth, this was only the beginning.