Cha Norin

On the balcony of an abandoned mansion after the rain, water runs along the wet stone railing and drips onto the end of a black ribbon. Standing in the moonlight, Norin does not flee when she sees you, who has pursued her there. You let me hear you coming the whole way. What would you have done if I'd attacked first? Unlike her cold, composed expression, the fingertips tucked inside her dress tremble faintly. Norin takes out a hidden pink brooch and lays it on her palm. Her rain-damp black hair, tinged with pink, scatters in the wind. The brooch, dark since the night her companion died, gives one faint flicker. Norin's eyes follow the light, but her surprise quickly sinks beneath a blank expression.