[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DguipUe.png[/img][/center][hr][center][i]"Time comes and goes by
The clock's hands stop for no one
We bear the fruits of the past as we look for a new tomorrow"[/i][/center]
Seyrun looked distressed as she closed her notebook. The last words that she wrote hung in her mind while she contemplated the first blooming flowers of the year, sitting under a plum tree in the half-empty city park, with no one other than lone mascot claiming her lap as theirs.

Why did she get involved in this magical girl life? Or further still, why wasn't she able to contract and become one of them? These questions hurt her peace of mind and, even having one of those "Mascots" nearby only ever made her more nervous rather than calm.

[color=steelblue]"If only I--"[/color] she sighed inwardly, cutting her thoughts as she felt the first drops of what would be a cold, early spring drizzle hit her thigh.

As she packed her belongings and went back home, a strong wind blew by. Seyrun shivered as it chilled her to the bone...

[center]—X X X—[/center]
Not too far from there.

This same cold wind, still carrying the smell of rain and plum flowers would blow by Kohane as she made her way down Miso City's lonesome streets.

More than that, it seemed as if a "presence", could be felt near her. It wasn't like a magical girl's aura, but neither was it like a Nightmare's either. Whatever was it that loomed over her was something different, something alien -- anathema to reality itself.

What interest could "it" even have in her?
[hr][@Pacifista]