After that one question, I did not expect what felt like an interrogation to follow.
"Is everyone defeated?"
"Yes."
"What about the collapsed girl outside the room? She's still alive."
"You can see us?"
"Yes."
"You mean you saw everything that happened here?"
There was a bit of hesitation from the voice at this question, and then it answered.
"Yes."
"Don't worry about her, she's with me. I was sent here to rescue you."
"By who?"
"I don't know their name," I shrugged, and I wasn't lying.
Other than the name I gave her, the dark-haired woman I had met at McDonald's had no other identity. She had declined to give me one, even for this assignment. All I had was something that was supposed to be a secret phrase:
"The sky which bleeds at night will always smile in the morning."
I had no idea what those words meant, and after saying them, I waited for a reply.
