Kaname Rana's fingertips suddenly hovered over the strings, the echo in the practice room like frozen raindrops.
Her heterochromatic pupils reflected the knuckles of Shiina Raki's tightly clenched drumsticks, which were flushed with a crimson similar to Anon Chihaya's.
"Rikki," she said, unusually taking the initiative, her pick tracing a small crescent moon on the guitar body.
Chapter 100