Sen Getsusa hummed a tune, trying on a small dress with immense pleasure.
Although she was only going to sing an excerpt later, she couldn't really dress up like a dirty kitten, as in the musical.
After much deliberation, she finally chose a black off-the-shoulder evening gown.
The slightly Gothic style featured many ruffled lace edges and mesh patterns, with a micro-hollow effect creating a stark contrast with the pale skin revealed in the gaps.
The visual impact was intense.
The tightly cinched waist not only gave the girl a sense of nobility and arrogance but also exuded a certain androgynous and restrictive historical eccentricity.
In the mirror, Sen Getsusa's black hair was scattered, and her figure was graceful. The girl's eyes were slightly lowered, marked with a tear mole, her lips painted a deep red, and her upper lip slightly curled.
Black lace straps connected the garment at the collarbone, highlighting the dramatic curves, the seductive waistline, and the long, shapely legs beneath the skirt.
Underneath her small, fair ankles was a pair of night-colored high heels.
Sen Getsusa spun around in front of the mirror—the sheer skirt flared out, like a black swan spreading its wings, ready to fly.
"Awesome!"
The smiling girl made a completely incongruous and amusing expression, bobbing her head in front of the mirror, when suddenly, the dressing room door opened.
Creak.
"Yuno?"
No one answered.
Did she go out?
Of course, Yuno Gasai was accompanying Sen Getsusa to try on the gown.
—Although the girl intended to let Yuno go browse the stalls and relax, Yuno's tense gaze made Sen Getsusa swallow her words.
'Take off your clothes! I must accompany you!'
Alright, alright... The complicated gown took a long time to put on, leaving Sen Getsusa no time to chat with Yuno Gasai waiting outside.
Maybe... she went out to buy something?
Creak... "Yuno?"
Sen Getsusa called out again.
Thud!
A loud crash!
Followed by the sound of shattering glass!
Bang! Crash.
Sen Getsusa quickly twisted the doorknob and ran out in her gown—
"Yuno?!"
Half of the decorative glass partition had been shattered, and glass shards covered the floor.
Yuno Gasai stood amidst the shards, looking calmly at Sen Getsusa, half her face splattered with hot blood.
In her hand, she held a blood-stained hammer.
Where did you get a hammer?
Sen Getsusa followed the direction of the blood. A figure was lying in a pool of blood, seemingly... Nakajima Saki?
"Yuno?" Calling Yuno again, Sen Getsusa ran over, lifting her little black dress. "What happened?"
Sen Getsusa keenly sensed that something was wrong—not far from Nakajima Saki, a sharp cleaver lay discarded on the ground.
"Good afternoon, Nakajima Saki."
Yuno Gasai squatted down smilingly in front of Nakajima Saki, rubbing the blood-stained hammer against her face. "Nakajima-san, you dropped your knife."
Sen Getsusa stopped asking questions, reached out, and took the hammer from Yuno Gasai's hand. She weighed the hammer, her gaze fixed on the girl still struggling in the pool of blood—
Nakajima Saki lifted her head.
Half her face had been smashed, exposing bone, while countless tiny, diamond-shaped insects were climbing through the bloody hole.
Dense insect legs gripped the flesh tightly. The swarm was desperately trying to burrow into the other half of Nakajima Saki's face. Tiny, sesame-sized insects scurried rapidly across her skin... Sen Getsusa narrowed her eyes, and the purple curtain slowly unfurled.
[Name: Nakajima Saki]
[the mist Contactee (Chaos): Many Heads! Many Legs! Undying!]
[It comes from a corner of the Chaos Sea.]
[When Its Child is born, it will cover the earth, and wherever it walks, there will be decay and scorched earth.]
[It is the scar of nature.]
[Energy Level: Lv0 · 'Contactee']
[Hatred causes loss of sanity; hatred increases power.]
[A partial executor of a Complete Ritual abandoned her original duty, choosing to skip work to kill a Planeswalker she was obsessed with.]
[Courage is commendable, but the action is laughable.]
Yuno Gasai seemed to know what Sen Getsusa was doing. Her pale crimson eyes stared at the girl for a while before she spoke softly, asking, "Do you have information?"
Eh?
Sen Getsusa blinked. "Hmm... she's a bad guy."
This utterly adorable remark caused Yuno Gasai's pupils to shimmer with tears.
"You look beautiful today, Tsukisa." Breathing out warm air, Yuno Gasai pursed her lips. "I like you like this."
Fingertips traced her skin.
It was ticklish.
Nakajima Saki lay paralyzed in the pool of blood, watching the two chatting, slowly inching towards the cleaver not far away.
However, a pair of delicate black high heels stepped onto the back of her hand.
Snap.
"I told you to stay away from those strange things."
Sen Getsusa sighed, following the opponent's arm, and kicked the boning knife away again.
Considering the "Complete Ritual" and "executor" mentioned by the Profiler, the girl didn't have time to change back into casual clothes.
She gestured to Yuno Gasai several times: "Keep an eye on her. She's infected by Chaos."
"There's more than one—I have to check. Some troublesome ritual might already be starting."
"If anything goes wrong, kill her on the spot—just like… last time."
After blurting those words, Sen Getsusa hiked up her little skirt and dashed outside.
Yuno Gasai nodded. "Stay safe, Tsukisa."
"You look beautiful today."
Tsukisa answered with a wave and a lively hop, her back already disappearing down the corridor.
Bang.
The changing-room door clicked shut.
"So you're a Contactee too…"
Nakajima Saki, lying in a pool of blood, spat the words in hatred.
Though half her face had been caved in, the mist still crawled inside her, keeping the girl barely alive.
It would let her last until the ritual ended and her face could knit itself back together.
"Me?"
Yuno Gasai pointed to herself.
Of course.
Only a Contactee could possess such strength—before entering, the two of them had struggled for dominance.
Nakajima Saki had lost.
"It's Sen Getsusa again! What's so good about her? Everyone keeps helping her!!"
Nakajima clenched her fists; blood poured out, dyeing the entire carpet red.
"Yuno Gasai, we… we're calling to the mist. Do you know the mist?"
"It will make us immortal!"
"Eternal life! Endless power! Don't you want it?"
"I can help you get it!"
Perched on a backless bench, Yuno crossed her legs and listened lazily to Nakajima, who crawled at her feet, whispering enticement.
"the mist—the children of the mist will arrive here."
"Neither of you can stop it; you and Sen Getsusa are only two Contactees…"
"Want to protect her?"
"Let me go, and I'll—"
Yuno picked up a carving knife, pressed the flat of the blade to her palm, and studied it.
The bright steel reflected the girl's pink hair.
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