Mio
"T-that's an elf on your shoulder, Mio-san!" Ivory shrieked.
The little figure had climbed up during the fall. Mio hadn't even noticed, too busy remembering how to breathe. White hair pooled over her collarbone, longer than the elf's whole body. Yellow eyes blinked once, slow, like a cat deciding whether to care.
Nana blinked twice.
"Is that Can's girlfriend?"
"Onee-san, there's blood everywhere on the carpet."
She looked down. Red smeared across the beige in a trail from the door. Her blood. The parallel world's dirt. Ash that didn't belong in any building in Tokyo.
Fantastic.
The door slammed open.
"Oops. Door opened on its own."
The Champion of Stasis walked in. The coldness stepped in after.
Shizuka wore a t-shirt with some band Mio didn't recognize. Faded logo, washed too many times. Shorts that rode high on her thighs, the kind no Bureau agent should own. In her hand, a plastic bag stuffed with groceries. Ice cream sweating through the side.
This woman shops?
