...
And just as the female assassin realized something was wrong, her heart pounding in alarm, a milky, childlike voice suddenly rang out from extremely close behind her, without any warning.
"Hee hee~ Ooh~ You... why... have you stopped moving? Eeeeyaaa~?"
The voice was soft and sweet, and even carried a hint of grogginess, as if its owner had just woken up.
To the female assassin's ears, however, the voice was like a clap of thunder, and the blood in her veins felt as if it had frozen solid in an instant.
Her scalp prickled. She turned her head, inch by agonizing inch, toward the source of the voice.
There, hanging upside down from the ceiling behind her like a bat, was a pale little girl in an exquisite black, lace-trimmed dress, a pair of small wings folded against her back.
