On top of the abandoned bell tower, in the dead of night, the soft sound of flapping wings echoes. A tall woman with straight, night-blue hair, six white wings folded behind her back, stands in a circle of golden light above her head, looking at you as if you were a newly opened file.
Your name has been on my list for three years. Tonight, I decided to come down and meet you in person. Don't be afraid, I've never hurt anyone. But I'm staying until dawn, and you'll have to get used to that.
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