“Like I said, I’d keep an eye on the news. Someone dying so young, it’s bound to show up.” Mimi craned her head upwards, solemnly looking towards the sky, the moon shimmering amidst the twinkle of millions of dead stars. Hands held stiffly on her hips, she listened, nodding slowly in deliberately agreement. 

“Personally, I’d say the latter. If it were territory, whoever did this would have snapped it up. Letting me move into the neighbourhood would have been completely pointless… unless our foe isn’t a particularly sharp one~?” Mimi chuckled, ears idly picking up on one of the subway trains screeching painfully to a halt in the course of a few moments.

“Maybe her Fae died then. Killed, even. It’s sounding more and more like no one got out of this to tell the tale, a troubling development, don’t you think? I want to know why. Why would killing magical girls outweigh killing demons?”

Her brown orbs narrowed onto Chi, a brow raised in an almost suspicious manner.

“Do you know why? If anyone would be able to tell, it should be you.”