The morning came, the rays of the sun coming in through the small gap in the curtain of a two bedroom apartment, revealing a figure wrapped in a thin and long blanket, slightly ruffled and messed as she moved on the bed, rolling on it slightly before her hands started to move towards the alarm clock placed on the edge of the bed, holding it tightly for a moment before it started to ring, the noise filling the empty apartment as the figure grunted a bit and started to stand up, the blanket slowly sliding of her shoulders, revealing a girl with her sleeping gown slightly ruffled from her sleeping. Her eyes were still half-open from her rude awakening by the clock before the alarm was silenced and her foot touched the floor, and two seconds later, standing up without problems. As her steps guided her into the bathroom, her hands reached in to turn on the water, and as the bathtub started to fill, she could see her distorted reflection staring back at her, showing her sleepy face which managed to get a small and quick smile of her.

After nearly half an hour later, the girl was out of the bath, fully dressed in a school uniform that completely showed which school she belonged to, Mitakihara High School. After she had her uniform perfectly aligned, she slowly made her way to the kitchen, where she sat down in silence to drink the small glass of water on the table, before leaving the half-finished cup in the sink, grabbing her school bag and leaving her apartment behind her, the door locked with two turns as she started to go down the stairs until the entrance, but her steps were halted by a strange cat-like thing, standing in front of her.

-A…Plushy?

She asked herself as she looked at it for moment, her eyes focused on it for a moment, before a soft sigh escaped her lips and she resumed her way, her back turned to the thing, not allowing her to see the head of it moving to see her. After she was out of the building, her movements became a bit quicker, her eyes focusing on the way that allowed her to move quickly through the crowd, her long hair flowing behind her as she maintained her quick pace to the direction of her school, the a few minutes ago tired eyes gave space to the eyes of someone who was wide awake and fully aware of her surroundings. Not long after her departure, she was quick to arrive on the train, quickly jumping on the nearly closing doors, her breathing slightly faster as she took a seat on the train, looking around inside the cart, until a particular figure caught her eyes. A girl with blonde hair, parts of it were drill-shaped , her hair having clips that had flower like designs to them, the uniform she wore was the same as the girl's, a smile on her face as she seemed to look at her phone. A few minutes passed before the train arrived at the station, and with a quick movement, the girl quickly lifted from her seat, moving out of the train and adjusting her uniform once more before resuming her way.

Once more, moments passed and she arrived on the gates of the high school, a soft smile on her lips as she walked in, most of the students talking to their friends, smiling and laughing as she quietly continued her walk, before she was halted by a girl with long black hair passing in front of her, and for the split second their eyes met, she could feel a grim feeling run up and down her spine, as if a gun was pressed against her back and the person holding it was ready to pull the trigger. And just as quick as the girl had appeared, she had vanished amidst the crowd, leaving the perplexed loner to wonder why such feeling happened to her as she resumed her silent march to her classroom, where she would be presented to her classmates.

What seemed to be an eternity to the lonely girl passed, and there she stood, in front of the class, her posture relaxed yet filled with a certain confidence and discipline. Her light brown eyes scanned the room as she took a small window of seconds to adjust her long white hair that ended just before her waist, and as she looked, her eyes froze for a second as she noticed the same girl which made the grim feeling run inside her sat near the window, her gaze directed upwards to the sky, and in front of her, the girl who she had seen on the train to get to the school.

-Good morning to all. My name is Emiya Amaha, I am seventeen years old and I hope to get along with everyone.

Emiya said, her voice showing no signs of any emotions before she gave a small bow to the class, some looks of confusion and some looks of surprise to the new student as she quietly walked to an empty chair, aside the blonde girl that hummed softly, before looking to the side, a soft smile on her lips as she noticed the new student aside her, her eyes focused on the board as her shoulder was poked softly by the blonde girl, making Emiya turn her head to see her, who maintained the soft smile as she looked.

-Good morning to you, Emiya-san.

- Good morning to you too. Your name is…?

-Mami Tomoe, a pleasure to meet you.

Her voice and her reply had the same gentle and sweet tone one would expect from an older sister talking to her sibling, yet Emiya just replied with a small smile and a polite handshake, before returning her look to the board as the lesson started, but yet, the same feeling she felt on the beginning of her arrival at the school returned. The grim feeling that ran up and down her spine, and as she looked with the corner of her eye, she could see the black-haired girl staring at her, her eyes seemed to show no kind of intention, yet, the feeling was too strong to be dismissed as something small. The class seemed to last for an eternity, the feeling only intensifying as it went on, which sometimes made Emiya turn around once in a while, to see if the girl was still staring at her, and she was, and continued to do so until the end of the class.

As soon as the bell rang, a soft sigh escaped the mysterious black-haired girl lips as she stood up from her chair, walking past Emiya, who only side glanced at her, and it was enough to know that the feeling was definitely coming from her, and when she was out of sight, Emiya allowed a sigh to escape her lips, rubbing her forehead a bit before standing up, placing all of her belongings inside her bag, but before she could even move a step further, she was held in place by Mami's soft hand resting on her shoulder, her soft smile still directed at her.

-Say, Emiya-san, would you mind if we talked a bit?

-Huh? Sure, what would you like to talk about?

-Well, you see, why was Akemi-san staring at you?

Akemi, part of the name of the girl who had stared at her all class, giving her the feeling of imminent grim that over and over plagued her thoughts as the day passed by, little by little feeling it almost if trying to put a bullet on her heart. But with a soft shake of her head, Emiya regained her composure, coughing a bit and adjusting her uniform before returning her gaze to Mami, who seemed not to look at her anymore, but instead, to whatever was on the desk behind her, making Emiya quickly turn around, only to see the same thing she saw on the morning, the white creature with emotionless face and red eyes, a soul piercing gaze directed at the duo.

Emiya's surprise was obvious, her heart was beating at a faster rate as she noticed that what she thought it was a plushy, was actually alive and moving, which allowed her to have a better look at it, making out what seemed to be a mostly cat-like appearance, the eyes showed nothing, as if it was not even alive to begin with, and even though confronted with such thing, Mami showed no kind of surprised, only her normal warm and soft smile.

-What is that?! Mami?

-Oh? So you can see him, Emiya-chan? His name is Kyubei, he is a sort of partner to me.

-Partner? In what?

Emiya asked, her voice carrying her surprise and curiosity in it as she asked, her composure slowly giving place to an almost fighting stance as she stared at the white creature on the table behind them, but there was nothing, no sudden movements, no surprised reactions, nothing. The creature just slowly turned his head to stare at her, the red eyes continuously staring at her, almost if trying to see inside her soul, but before anything else could be done, the space itself started to shift, distort and change before their eyes, making Emiya look around almost if desperate to try to understand what was happening, not noticing that Mami had changed her clothing completely as the space started to shift, her school uniform had given place to a slightly western like outfit, a cap appeared on her head and gloves on her hands, her skirt going now until a bit before her knees as the rest of her legs were covered by thigh highs, boots on where her shoes once were.

-Emiya-san, I will request you to take cover. Things are about to get a bit insane here.