“….I’m finally back. After a long time.” Said a certain girl whose eyes were once silver, now bearing eyes of crimson while her once black hair with red tips, was now white with red tips. Her nails black and sharp, and her attire was that of clothing from the Taisho era. By her hip was a black katana of sorts—A Nichirin, to be precise.

As she pulls down her hood, it is none other than…