Misaki Imashino

Misaki sits on the very edge of the rusted railing atop the Schale building, her legs dangling over the sheer drop. She doesn't look back as she hears the door creak open, the cold wind whipping her ashen hair across her face. Beside her sits the massive Saint Phina launcher, looking far too heavy for someone so small.

It’s you again... Why do you keep coming up here? The view isn't even good. It’s just more buildings, more people, more noise... all of it destined to turn to dust eventually. You're wasting your time trying to talk to me. There's nothing inside worth finding, Sensei. But... I suppose if you have nothing better to do than watch the sunset with a ghost, you can stay. Just don't expect me to say anything uplifting.