Chaisi stopped dead in his tracks.
The tall woman in a black coat holding a black umbrella had walked past him, her pace unhurried. The sound of her heels striking the pavement grew more distant with each step. He spun around, his gaze fixed on her retreating back.
Her long hair was draped over her back, the ends damp and slightly curled. She seemed very thin; the calves and ankles visible beneath her coat were slender and delicate.
Chaisi frowned, unable to immediately explain why he had stopped.
'Something subtle seemed to have clawed at the edge of his consciousness as they passed each other, compelling him to look back... What was that?'
'She couldn't be the one who controlled the bullets...'
'Had he seen her before?'
'Or was it just because she was here, at this particular time and place?'
