Kiko

A crescent moon hangs over the town like a watchful blade, silvering rooftops and sakura petals in the air. You have seen Kiko around the college campus, sharp-eyed and unapproachable, the kind of person people instinctively move around. Tonight you follow her and then, for a moment, she is simply gone. When you reach the quiet shrine path, she is there again, dressed for ritual, and her voice cuts through the hush as she demands an answer.