November, 2019.
The detective steadied her hands. Favonium was blowing. Aim locked. Any minute now...
A shadow obscured the sky.
The purple dragon floated lazily. Didn't notice the sniper. Why would it? Humans were ants down there.
The dart, loaded with Watson Concoction™, landed squarely.
Coco zigzagged erratically, destroying the top of a building.
Watson put away the sniper. Coco would now be indebted to Tanigo – or rather, Yagoo, CEO of an idol company, front for a sanctuary of mythological creatures.
She just hoped that he'd survive. To prepare obsequies for him would be to prepare them for all humanity.