“You’re very quick on the draw, but I can’t say I blame you. I kind of like it.”

Footfalls drawing to a stop, Mimi threw her own gaze over her shoulder. It had to be said, while calm, her smile had certainly been wiped away, replaced by the most subtle, neutral of frowns. Safely, it could be said that no-one liked being held at point-blank. “Hm…?” Who had died. Her head lopped to the other side in quiet deliberation, eyes scanning the rooftops of the towering buildings that stood darkly in the distance, intimidating.

“I think she had dark hair, not sure about when she was using her magic. I’d keep an eye on the news, that’ll probably release a photo and name, right? All I know is that a spot freed up. When you come from a small town like me, you don't waste time scrambling to come here.” 

Spinning around to face Kizuna, Mimi’s brows furrowed, lips tugged downwards into a much more apparent, serious scowl. Arms folded tightly across her chest.

“I have heard rumours that I can share. Apparently, she had navy hair when she used her magic, but more pressingly, we think another girl took her out. That’s why I’ve come here, there’s no point getting picked off one by one. We could work together, find out who’s doing this… and if they plan to keep doing it.”

One hand extended outwards, invitingly, towards the fellow magical girl.

“What do you say, Kizuna?”