Miso City High School. A place of fond memories. A place of bitter rememberance. How many times she had returned into these halls? She could not count all of them. Old chipped away and was replaced by new, only to chip away in its place. Nothing was eternal. Generations of generations of high school students had trodded through their halls. Back then it was books. Now it was smartphones. The banalities of conversation. A giggle. Mundane worries that assaulted many.

Stares were thrown in her direction. A different uniform than the current school. A transfer student. An object of interest for many students. Sometimes a target of bullying. Once again, to hide her darkest secret, Yamato Mari had become one of such. Her face who had seen many events and battles would always restore to its original state no matter the ravage. Even if it was time itself, it would repaired. She remembered her first friend, among these halls. Sakura.

She had brought flowers to her tomb earlier that day, alongside those who had perished in the Great Fire of Old Miso. It was an habit of hers. Even after these many years, she always thought of her family and friends as christmas were approaching. After shaking the solemn mortuary smell of incense, she had stopped by an old bakery. The only place that made the same sweets she always remembered. Their family recipe had been transmitted successfully.

The Hag straightened the creases of her shirt, and ran a hand through her hair. They knew she was coming. She could feel the tension in the air. Like creatures of the night, they were wary. If only they did know. Most Magical Girls and fallen ones did not see to eye. Mari was not such. 

The great enemy was more powerful than petty squabbles about monsters and corruption. She had her recently injury to bear proof of it, after having to retire for years. She slid the door open, stared at eachother's faces, as she left the strawberry daifuku right beside the sweets, in a luxury package tied with a bow. 

"Just a fellow student bearing gifts, who may have a side interest in this club." She answered after a polite bow. "You may call me Mari. I brought a token of appreciation." She said, her face strangely neutral.

"So it's called the Detention club now? Curious indeed." She added.