Taroticum: The Empress
People die. She should be used to that by now.
Hevn sits up at her desk and rubs her eyes, taking care not to smear the makeup. Her laptop is full of images. She closes the files, one by one, saying a silent goodbye to each face as she does so.
Would it be different if she'd gone into Mugenjou with them? Well, she'll never know now, will she.
All that she will ever know is that none of them ever came out.
She rules a web of information that stretches across Japan, but her sleep is fertile with ghosts.