Couldn't find it...
Standing on a tree branch, Atalanta scanned her surroundings. As an excellent hunter, she certainly knew how to track her prey. But now, it seemed this "prey" was more troublesome than she had imagined.
Nevertheless, as a hunter, Atalanta had enough patience—all she needed was to spot her target, then she would surely... There! Found it!
Just then, Atalanta suddenly saw a figure lazily coming around the corner from the other side of the Guardian's Office. It was a girl with black hair down to her waist, dressed in a dark blue sailor suit. With her head bowed and her long bangs covering her eyes, she appeared somewhat listless, like a vampire that had been overexposed to the sun. The Fleet Girl was clasping a book in her arms, walking unsteadily forward, and pinned on her chest was a nameplate clearly displaying her number—1408.
It was her!
Spotting the Fleet Girl, Atalanta's eyes lit up; she leaped and dashed toward the Fleet Girl.
