Prologue
The woman practically glided through the winding halls. She was everything that every girl wanted to be like: intellectual, subtly pretty, graceful, with an austere glow. Her tanned skin and bottle green, glossy hair sparkled mysteriously through the pearly antechambers. Her violet eyes pierced everything that was in her focal view. She was wearing a tight black dress with golden chains interlacing around the waist belt, breast line, and arms. Accompanied by this was a golden chain-choker with a lavender flower pendant in the middle. Her black heels clicked across the granite floors.
The people around her stopped their trivial gossiping to stare at her infinite beauty. Some dared to whisper to their neighbor just how severely attractive she was. Many men turned their heads away and flushed. Women gave her flustered, envious glares, but the woman's stern eyes ignored the covetous ladies. Determined, and with a melancholic air, she waltzed up to the ticket booth.
The girl behind the counter gave her a startled and uncertain look, as if the woman was an alien. "H-how may I help you?" she finally asked.
"One ticket toHawaii please," the woman said in a curt, rhythmic voice. The woman behind the counter nodded and asked, "Full name?"
The woman paused briefly before replying, "Setsuna—Setsuna Meioh."