-The Oqua reporters are surely annoying.
Tokuko was sitting outside her house, smoking a cigarette. She watched the thin smoke slowly float up before fainting away. Its shape changes every moment; at a second, it looks like a human, and at another second, it looks like a hand reaching above. She's not someone who might be into abstract arts or unclear things, as she found it "unecessary," but on this quiet night after she shed blood on her hands, everything seemed to have a n...