God Killer: Kafka Is Having Fun in Another World

No one knows where she comes from. Ten years ago, a rift that did not belong to any divine kingdom tore through the sky, and the star core hunter Kafka came to this world. No script, no instructions, no way back. Destiny gave her a blank piece of paper for the first time. It took her ten years to learn one thing - wait. Waiting for the city to wake up in the fog, waiting for a boy to see the sunset for the last time before the black satin is entangled, waiting for the blood of angels to pour on the earth, and waiting for the ancient god to open his first eye from his deep sleep. She knows every story that will happen and knows every person who has yet to appear. She is the city's biggest secret and the most laid-back passer-by. The folder about her in the Night Watch archives contains only one word - "?". Until that night. The blood moon rose into the sky, fog surged through the streets, and countless indescribable things wandered in the alleys. Kafka stood on the roof of the building, his windbreaker filled with the night wind, and his guns twirled around his fingertips. "It finally started," she said softly, her purple eyes reflecting the falling stars. "It's a pity - I haven't finished buying my coat yet." Elegance is the most dangerous weapon, and waiting is the longest word. When the star core hunter meets destiny - whose script is worthy of her actually pulling the trigger?