Utter darkness of a shadow, with hints of glowing purple—all four of them were practically blind and felt almost frozen in place as eerie howls wisped past their ears. To Fumeko, this was all too familiar a feeling.
Purplish-black shadows materialized above a large square atrium where sofas and coffee tables sat by the edges. The scent of coffee and perfume wafted into their senses, just like the dim yellow lights.
Their blindness faded away in a near-instant. "THUD!" "OW… ughhh…" the bruised, battered and broken Jotou fell onto the second floor of the company building. She sobbed on the tiles, wishing she would just pass out from the pain already.
"Ahck!" Hotaru bit her own tongue as she fell onto the tiles at the entrance of the building; she fell right onto her still broken tail. She panted her pain out and rolled onto her stomach.
