Mitsuya's grin was that of the cat who'd caught the canary. Seeing the look on someone's face the first time they looked beyond the ordinary and into the extraordinary--there was no way it could ever get old. Even as she turned to offer her thanks to the boy (she didn't recognize his face; was he a Ryuseki student?) who had taken care of her companion's purse, she could only think that there was no way she'd regret this decision.

But behind her, within the subway itself, were a great many reasons she would soon have to change her mind.