"Ninety-nine? It's been that many already?" It's a bit of a surprise to the witch but then it did feel like they'd been spending a lot of time fighting this world's hostile creatures lately. And this brought up the uncomfortable question of obtaining a witch's soul to make him a Deathscythe... She'd put off thinking about it, believing there was still time before that issue came up.

"I reckon we'd better try to find that museum then..." He was right. Kanji and Naoto had made it clear they planned to target the Kishin but she had no idea if any other pairs had been able to follow and support them. There was a bit of worry through the link as she hurried down the street in what she thought was the direction to the museum. The atmosphere seemed even more oppressive this way if possible, the fog thicker, and the air eerily quiet other than the slap of her soles against the pavement and her harsh breathing.

After several blocks, she stopped to listen. A faint rattling, just barely audible. Was she imagining it or...?

"Do you hear something?"