"This place… is a lot more civilized than I thought."
Clementine stepped down from the private plane, squinting in the afternoon sun as she surveyed the sprawling airport. The glass towers and the gleaming city of Dallas welcomed them from afar.
"I mean, seriously," she muttered, pulling out her phone to snap a photo of the airport, "I was expecting nothing but farms and cowboys. This actually looks like a real city."
She lowered her phone and glanced back toward the plane, expecting to see her sister following behind. Instead, she spotted the crowd gathered inside the terminal—a sea of colorful banners and handmade signs pressed against the windows.
[Welcome, Sylvie!]
[Duelist of Rose, We Love You!]
[WE LOVE YOU!]
Clementine's expression soured immediately at all the tarps. She tilted her head back toward the plane and cupped her hands around her mouth.
"Sis! Your adoring fans are already here waiting for you! Here! What the fuck?!"
