The rooftop wind was strong. It whipped Kaito's hair across his face. It tugged at his jacket. It smelled of rain and high altitude.
Kaito stood near the edge. His ribs ached. The wound from the Marked class entity was healed, but the memory of the pain remained. Every deep breath pulled at the skin.
He held a card. It was not a Face card. It was not a Legendary suit. It was the Five of Diamonds. Ordinary. Grey. Unremarkable.
Kuro's voice echoed in his mind. He said, A Common. Really.
Kaito said, Yes.
Kuro said, You have Akira. You have Fenrir. You have me. And you choose a breeze.
Kaito said, Need speed.
Kaito flipped the card. It spun in the air. It glowed faintly. White light. Thin. Wispy.
A figure formed. She was small. Translucent. Her hair floated as if underwater. Her clothes were made of shifting air currents. She hovered two feet off the ground.
She looked at Kaito. She looked at the card. She looked at the city.
Zephyr said, This is a mistake.
