The moment Rin broke away from her rendezvous with the mysterious girl, she didn't hesitate; she turned her body toward the Spire's looming headquarters and flew, cutting through the night sky like a silver blade. The deal she had made with Kentaro and his group burned in her mind; this was her end of the bargain, and she would see it through.
But she wasn't alone. Every few seconds, she cast a glance behind her.
And every time, the sight nearly unsettled even her, nineteen other Rins flying in formation, the same pale hair streaming behind them, the same sharp expression carved into their faces. To anyone else, it would have been nightmare fuel, but even for Rin, an Alberline, seeing twenty versions of yourself gliding silently across the heavens was… Unnatural. A sight that was never meant to exist.
