The mission is like a shadow that never changes shape. Even when they're laughing, eating, or pretending to care about trivialities, that shadow is there.
It's not a question of if they'll act—it's when.
Looking at her now, I saw it: the stillness in her eyes, the words placed like chess moves. She wasn't confused or conflicted. She was certain.
Which left only one question hanging between us:
If this Selene is the agent… what happened to the real one?
She might have already sent it. Maybe she really did send that doujinshi to that address—or at least, that was the mischievous image that suddenly slipped into my head that morning, when sunlight had just begun piling on the window ledge of my room.
