Mio
The girl's fingers were still wrapped around Mio's obsidian hand. She hadn't let go since the last platform. Hadn't spoken either.
Chi-chi checked her phone. "Eighteen minutes left on the timer. We save the mommy, kill the monster, then come back in one piece preferably."
"Eno-san, can you take point?" She tossed the green chemical stick to the damp floor. The glow was almost spent. "Your light's more useful up front."
The tall man nodded and picked up his pace. His eyes glowed yellow, illuminating four meters of tunnel ahead.
"Say, Mio-chan. You have a sister, don't you? What's she like? Is she a brat? Does she beat you?"
Nana. Brat, sure. Beat her? Only when Mio swung first.
"Any sister is a brat," Mio said. "Mine just happens to like cheddar puffs."
Chi-chi's teeth caught the dim light when she grinned.
"How about you?"
"I did." Chi-chi paused. "She died nine years ago."
"Oh." Mio kept walking. "Was she a brat?"
"The most annoying."
