[center][color=crimson][h2]Ami Murota[/h2][/color][/center]

Ami stepped out of the shower with a troubled expression, the death of a Magical Girl weighing on her surprisingly heavily. Word had spread fast, a Magical Girl being killed was very big news. Nightmares just didn't have it in them to kill one, not unless it was an absolutely massive hoard, meaning only one thing. Something else had killed this child of the light, more specifically, [b]someone else.[/b] It was absolutely unprecedented, it had everyone on edge, even the carefree Ami who rejoiced in bloodshed and carnage. While she wasn't worried about the killer coming after her, she had come to terms with her own mortality long ago when she first spilled blood, she was most certainly worried about the precedent this set from here on out. The Light Magical Girls would think it was the Dark Magical Girls who did this, that was guaranteed. With their holier than thou attitudes and prejudices against the Dark, they would automatically jump to the conclusion that one of them was the killer.

What worried her even more though, was that they might be right. Ami didn't want to have to kill one of her friends, not even in self defense. She finished getting dressed and exited the bathroom quickly, shaking her head as the heat from her body dried her off in quick order. As she reached into a bowl full of candy and pulled out some chocolate, something dawned on her. This was only the first killing. Even if she wasn't afraid of death, one of her friends could be next. [color=crimson]"Fuck."[/color] She cursed under her breath as she threw the chocolate back into the bowl, slipping on her shoes and heading for the door.

As Ami opened the door, she quickly noticed Tsuruga sitting down waiting for her, her hand darted to her phone to check if any new messages were there. One from the president telling her it was time to work, none from Tsuruga. [color=crimson]"Jeez Tsu, you need to call or something if you're gonna show up at my doorstep! I would've invited you in while I got ready."[/color] She pouted as she said this, wrapping Tsuruga in a warm hug as she pulled her up to her feet. [color=crimson]"Now you're all cold and I gotta warm you up."[/color] Not that she was complaining, Ami loved nothing more than physical contact with close friends. Weird habit, but nobody minds a living heater on a cold winter night.