The streetlights illuminated the big city of Mitakihara. But even with the lights shining civilizations, humanity still weren't free from the clutch of darkness. A lone girl wandered the red light district amidst the adults that foregoes among the street. Turning around her head, she was ignored by the crowding of the lost. Her platform shoes tapped on the hard sidewalk, but her turning was silenced. By the time the people had realized a pink-haired girl was carrying a flower-patterned katana on her shoulder, she had gone out of their sight.
The alleyway the girl was delving forward into was between two tall buildings. They were too tall and overbuild, creating a barrier for people to gaze into the night sky. The concrete steps were slowly turning into a hard walk onto rough dirt. The pink-haired girl continued her pace despite the low visibility, and despite being in an entirely new land. The skyscrapers were gone and in their places were large white pillars commonly found in Grecian ruins. A big red moon hung in the sky uninterrupted. The last thing the pink-haired girl heard was a loud klaxon.
She followed the dirt trails to find animals of dark and mangled aesthetics roaming about. One of them, a blood-red rabbit with a human skull, leaped toward herl with its jaw ready to bite.
She passed by the rabbit without as much as dodging, and the rabbit was now in two.
Further down the rabbit trails, the pink-haired girl arrived before a large shrine. The shrine was directly below the moon. Its shades of red overtook the white exterior and the entrance door became that much darker compared to the girl's own shadow. The pink-haired girl placed the tip of her katana onto the door and traced a square-shape onto it. Sheathing her blade again, she kicked the middle of the traced area and there was now a clean-cut entrance there.
Crouching inside, she found herself inside a room full of scribbles. The fountain in the middle of the room sprouted something red. The girl walked to it and found its stickiness repulsive. Moving past that, she walked toward the middle room and kicked the door open, revealing a large dome-shaped altar with an angelic statue at the far end of the room. Walking on the blue and black carpet through the lines of pew and straight before the wooden podium. Standing behind it was the gigantic statue, which has a distorting and contorting mask for a face. Inside the face was red flower patterns that changed to a hundred eyes that stared before the katana-wielding girl.
The angelic statue was made out of stone, but the girl felt something else from the mysterious being. It mimicked the form of a saintly woman, whose hair-lock that was carved moved as if it was a snake. The saintly woman was naked, save for a piece of robe that sultrily cover the delicate parts of a woman. The pink-haired girl paid it no mind however, despite the billowing motion that was designed to lure the eyes of predators.
The girl however, was not a predator.
She was a hunter.
Jumping to the podium, the girl leapt toward the statue's neck and slashed it. The statue's head fell groggily to the floor as it made a loud sound. She landed on the statue's shoulder and bounced toward one of the pew. The girl simply stood ready as the pew slid back from the momentum of her landing. The flower-patterned sheathe behind her back, and her other hand pointed the katana toward the still head.
Short after, the head's hair sprouted out as if it was bursting. The hair became long and pushed the head up as it looked toward the girl with the katana. Its then distorted face was now a static distorted face that showed hundreds of eyes that stared back toward its aggressor. Using its hair as some sort of support, the statue rushed the girl as if it was a spider. From the distorted ball came down a jaw with a big snake for a tongue. The girl side-stepped and pushed the head with the back of her blade and watched as it crashed onto the wall.
The girl began distancing herself from the statue and waited for the statue to recover. She watched as something shadowy formed below the now listless statue, and soon found herself surprised. The shadow was alive and it began chasing toward the katana-wielding girl furiously. When it got near, a spike formed instantly that almost grazed the girl's pink hair. She ran around the altar, dodging the incoming spike as she pressed forth toward the statue.
Once the girl was in-reach of the statue, however, the statue jumped into the air and the shadow formed a gigantic spike from below the girl. This, however, was expected by her. Raising her katana, she unleashed a big swing downward that pushed back the shadow from only the sheer force of wind. The witch at this time was justifiably quite confused, as its movement began to turn ever erratic.
Taking this chance, the pink-haired girl kicked one of the closest pew that made the other pews leap into the air. Finding a safe destination, she jumped from one pew to the other in steadfast and breakneck speed. The witch after seeing this, flew away from the girl as it launched a ridiculous amount of spikes of many size. The pink samurai, wasn't the least bit flinched by this, jumped toward one of the incoming spikes and ran on top of it before the other spikes could ever hurt or even as much as hit a strand of her hair.
Holding her katana in both hands, the pink-haired girl sliced the statue into two and landed on the ground. The view before her began to distort but it was not her eyes. The entire landscape had begun to deteriorate. In the open plain of what the girl found to be an open-aired park in construction, a single dark-colored vial was left on the ground. She could previously heard the distinct sound of it when it hit the ground. It was the same sound she had heard for twenty times in a row.
"And that's another one," the girl said.
Pushing the vial onto her coat pocket, the pink-haired samurai retreated back into reality. Her effort for tonight was again unnoticed by the growing world's populace.