No one knew where she had come from.
Ten years ago, a rift belonging to no divine nation tore open the sky, and Kafka, a Stellaron Hunter, descended into this world. No script, no orders, no way home. For the first time, fate had given her a blank page.
It took her ten years to learn one thing: how to wait.
To wait for this city to awaken in the fog. To wait for a boy to see the sunset one last time before black silk covered his eyes. To wait for an angel's blood to soak the earth, and for an ancient god to open its first eye.
She knew every story that was about to unfold and every person who had yet to appear. She was the city's greatest secret, and its most leisurely passerby. The file on her in the Night's Watch archives contained just one character: "?"
Until that night.
The blood moon rose. Fog swept over the streets, and countless indescribable things wandered through the alleys.
Kafka stood on a rooftop, her coat billowing in the night wind. She spun a pair of pistols around her fingers.
"It's finally begun," she said softly, violet eyes reflecting the falling starlight. "Too bad I haven't finished buying my coat."
Elegance is the most dangerous weapon; waiting is the longest incantation. When the Stellaron Hunter comes face-to-face with fate, whose script will be worth making her pull the trigger for real?
There are only 10 chapters now, and it can only be said to be a bit confusing. Kafka was too excited when she arrived in the new world. Her emotions were not rich, mostly indifferent. The author did not explain the timeline clearly, and she did not explain what she said in the spirit of speech. Then there is Lin Qiye's personality. I can only say that it is very strange and too careless. It feels like my brain has been hit by an elbow. I even read the introduction and am looking forward to what the author will write next.
It feels okay