[ rain falls heavy in the city of shizume, late at night where the good girls and boys are tucked away in bed, waiting for the sun to rise. not this particular girl, moving through the empty streets, grocery bag carried in one hand, the other holding onto a sky-coloured parasol her only defense between herself and the storm.
human or not, it's a bad night to be out; the thugs around the corner are one hundred percent living proof of that. it takes a glance at them just for Matsuri to hesitate -- this is the shortest path back to the place she stays at and dawn is nearing, soon.
well, she thinks, it can't be helped, turning a half circle and readying herself to find another way to her destination. ]
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human or not, it's a bad night to be out; the thugs around the corner are one hundred percent living proof of that. it takes a glance at them just for Matsuri to hesitate -- this is the shortest path back to the place she stays at and dawn is nearing, soon.
well, she thinks, it can't be helped, turning a half circle and readying herself to find another way to her destination. ]