Yui rides away from the cabin, and once clear, builds up much more speed. She races towards Mitakihara, a specific site in the once-thriving nightlife district. Clouds gather overhead as her target comes into view: An old Opera House, ruined and burned from a history Yui knew only too well. Once the building was in…

Yui pulls out her phone, looking through her contacts with a sigh. Yui: … Boss, I gotta ask ya somethin’. Anisa: Hm? Yui: … When you ran the Mitakihara branch of the Bureau, how often didja meet higher ups from the main office? Anisa: There was a liaison and a lot of electronic correspondence. Regular…

Anisa: Look out for each other, okay? Maybe… the city as it is, also provides an opportunity. To build something different than the mess I made. Yui: Heh. If this works, an’ we get through it all, I’m kinda paintin’ myself to take that spot you tried to. Not that I want the fuckin’ job…

After taking the contents of the box in for a few seconds, Yui looks up, frowning. Yui: … What… What the hell is this? Toi: We were alerted to the presence of a Witch at the lake, pretty much as soon as you left. But when we arrived, we found this. Whoever killed the Witch,…

Meeting Yui’s determined gaze with hesitation, Anisa averts her eyes in shame. Anisa: … You may not have been a Puella Malefica for long enough to remember. The darkness within moving your limbs like a puppet. Speaking its hatred in your voice. I’ll have plenty of time to remember. Yui: I remember damn good and…

Approaching an isolated cabin on the far edge of Mitakihara, a collapsed freeway visible on the horizon, Yui parks her bike in the middle of the road, dismounts and knocks on the door. Yui: … Candygram! With an exasperated sigh, followed by a kind smile, Toi opens the door — barely recognizable with her hair…