Prologue: Collection

The sound of rain pouring down hard in Tokyo was all that could be possibly heard at midnight. Any streetlights that were on couldn’t possibly show more than where they shone down directly, being simple spotlights instead of guides for roads. It was dark, the darkness seemed to mask everything in Tokyo, and even the streets seemed slightly flooded.

Yet even in this weather, Sailor Callisto was running as fast as she could. Her long brown braid seemed to fly behind her as she ran. Large green eyes were wide with fear and all she could hear was her heart pounding in her lungs, not even the sound of the rain pounding or her shoes tapping the ground heavily. She looked back once, hearing a maniacal laughter, and she let out a gasp, continuing to run.

The girl finally turned a corner to reach an alleyway. Expecting that she could very easily hide in the alley, Callisto looked around, seeing that there was a dead end with some garbage cans and a stairwell. Taking a running start, the girl jumped on the garbage cans, and grabbed the ladder to the staircase, climbing up it. Each step seemed to lead her higher and higher, yet for some reason, the staircase seemed to just get farther and farther away. She felt fear run through her veins, as she continued to scramble up the ladder, and after what seemed like an eternity, she reached the first stair, and began to run, cringing at the sound of the rickety noise it gave with every step. She turned and continued to run, finally reaching the top, and looked down. She let out a sigh of relief, as she didn’t see anything, and smiled, turning to return back to where she was supposed to go.

The last thing that could be heard in Tokyo from Callisto was an ear shattering scream, and the swing of a blade. Tokyo’s streets were bathed in blood, as at the end of the alley was a headless Callisto, Orange-beige and green fuku covered in blood, which seemed to become a bath for the alley and streets of Tokyo, and nothing more...