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[color=f6989d]"I'll show you the beauty that your hatred has blinded you to."[/color][/center]

The cold night's wind caressed the quiet silhouette among the many rooftops of Hibusa town. Pink flames illuminated the edges of the small form, revealing just a tiny girl among the many metal and concrete decorations. A gentle pull upon the string of a bow and the flame grew in length shrinking to just a tiny, glowing arrow. With a graceful release the arrow shot forth, flying above the sleeping city where Miseria stalked. The arrow connected with an amalgamation of emotions, burning the negative creature with the cleansing light that hope still brought.

The girl smiled brightly, and with a nod of her head she happily told herself, [color=f6989d]"One Down."[/color]

Hibusa was an entirely new place to Homura, a few months of familiarity were the only things that comforted here in the unforgiving night. The rooftops offered many roads around the town that the ground failed to offer, vantage points that Homura had begun to grow used to and finally, the chance to escape when things grow dire. 

She jumped from rooftop to rooftop, her bow readied with each alleyway she passes over. An arrow descends into each Miseria, cleansing the streets of that which haunts them. In her short tenure within Hibusa, Homura hadn't run into much conflict between herself and other magical girls, having barely seen any in the first place. She began to wonder just how most of the Miseria were dealt with. 

[color=f6989d]"Aw man! I lost count."[/color] Homura dropped down an alleyway, allowing Miseria to make their chase as she narrowly avoided the sparse traffic [color=f6989d]"There are too many of you guys!"[/color] A greater fire brewed at the tip of her bow, multiple arrows nocked and ready to fire. She leapt up to the sky and released the arrows once again, they curved towards and sought their targets, landing with an explosion of pastel that would make the edgiest dark girl grow faintly ill.

Homura's fun had come to an end.

Something was wrong, something felt amiss. A group of negative emotions few her attention to one lonely dark corner of the town. She felt a few faint flickers of light elsewhere within the town, seemingly ignorant to the black-hole of emotions that the girl concluded didn't feel like Miseria whatsoever, yet seemed to attract them like a magnet. Landing atop the rooftops Homura ran as fast as her little legs could take her, leaping across rooftops as far as her jumps could send her. Her rapid approach wouldn't be unnoticed as Miseria came out of the woodworks to strike wherever they could, thwarted as swiftly as her arrows flew.

The nearer she drew, the deeper fear grew within her heart, the fear of death. She'd almost stopped entirely, her breath running low as her continued to race, but she continued onwards. Whether this was a good decision or not, only time could tell. An arrow flew over the rooftops, burning brightly as it illuminated the cityscape, it seemed to be headed straight for the untransformed Rei. From behind the rooftops obscuring the dark magical girl's vision of her, Homura leapt with her bow in hand, ready to strike further and yet all flames dissipate the moment her eyes land upon the gathered and bickering dark girls.

[color=f6989d]"What?"[/color] She asked confusedly. [color=f6989d]"So you're what I felt, but..."[/color] She looked between all of the girls, her head tilted as she attempted to understand the tsunami of information headed her way. And it seems that thanks to her naivety, her youth, she was failing to do so.