Sirens.

It's as clear as day.

The memory of sirens.

The blood staining the concrete, slowly being washed away by the rain.

The grin on its face as it leers at her, its four crimson eyes all looking in different directions before coming to fall upon her. The red staining its teeth, dripping to the ground and its tongue lolls out, nearly reaching the ground.

Its laughter.

It's the moment in which she dies. She's certain it's then. No later and no earlier.

It's that very second.

She dies when it locks eyes with her laughs.

The her who steps forward is not the her who arrived at the scene.

The her who speaks those words is not the her who had woke up that morning.

The her who becomes the reaper is not the one who held that hand.

The demon is gone.

The rain continues to fall.

The blood washes away.

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The smoke curled into the crisp air.

[url=https://i.imgur.com/hXQsvQa.png]The woman leaned on the railing, her dark ponytail falling over her shoulder as she gazed out at the street below. Raising the cigarette to her lips, she took another drag.[/url]

The department wasn't even close to the tallest building on the street, let alone in the ward. But it wasn't a bad view regardless.

Everything seemed pretty quiet today.

At least, as quiet as Tokyo ever was. Of course the city was bustling with all kinds of activity non-stop. Even at night was pretty busy.

But as far as the woman was concerned, it was a pretty quiet day.

Not that it was going to last. In fact, she was certain it wouldn't. But it was the sort of time where you took advantage of a slow, peaceful moment before everything exploded.

Indeed, she was certain they would have to do their job today.

The branch wasn't big enough. Some of the operatives felt like they could really use some more training.

But that didn't change what their duty was.

It didn't change that there were lives on the line.

She took another drag on her cigarette, with a heavy sigh.

That's right.

It was her job to see to it that as few people as possible suffered.

... There it was. The flashing light, the whine of the siren. The detection doll triggered the alarm.

It was a familiar call to action.

Hirasawa Ayako, Head of DDF Department 247, tossed her cigarette to the ground and stepped on it as she turned to head back inside.

It was time to slay a demon.

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