Yato looked at Rika Chie and tentatively called out, "Nora!"
"Do you know who I am?" Beneath the tree, a girl in a black-and-white school uniform softly asked the person before her, "The Hell Girl!" In the dusky twilight, someone who cursed others clutched a straw doll in resentment.
"Annie Leonhart." Eren looked at the expressionless girl, confused about why she had suddenly asked that.
Beneath the cherry tree, blossoms drifted through the air. "Who am I?" The wind ruffled her white-and-purple pleated dress as she asked the person with the gentle smile. "Sakura," Shirou replied, as if it were obvious.
"The Herrscher of the Void." Himeko, on the verge of death, had blood-red strands of hair whipping around her head. Black markings appeared on her skin, and the Godsbane serum in her hand shattered as space was torn apart.
The answers differed: Esdeath, Kaguya Otsutsuki, Homura Akemi, and many others... But I remember I should be called... An Yi, right? ...Right?
This is the story of someone who is a little cold and unfeeling, yet still human, sinking into despair over certain events.
[The cover will change to match what I'm writing.]
