Swoosh— Swoosh—

The faint sound of autumn waves reached Parang's ears as she slowly opened her eyes.

Her usual wake-up time was 7 a.m. These days, Parang had been waking up much earlier than usual.

Rising casually from the water tank, she shook off the moisture clinging to her skin. She glanced at the alarm clock, which hadn’t rung for the past four days, and gave it a casual tap to turn it off.

Four days.

It had been four days since Natsuko's death.

The head of one of the world’s three most influential organizations had perished. Parang had assumed …