**Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B**

"..."

He was not going to shoot. Quietly, Black Rock Shooter lowered Rock Cannon. She still did not dismiss it. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong here. The otherself could feel it. Her confusion at the armed man who had slide down and rolled in front of them was pushed to the back of her mind as she attempted to discern what this wrongness was. She had seen the leaf that Suwako had grown from no-where, but that certainly was not it and was no real surprise to her. The impact nearby, while surprising and putting the girl further on-guard, was not it, and all she did to the woman who emerged from the crater in the sand was give her a brief look. This wrongness... What was here?

The vines growing up the ruined buildings rustled and shuddered. The small tufts of plants nearer the digsite and around the water in the middle of the ruins drifted in the wind. But there was no breeze. The air had become disturbingly still. This was wrong. Black Rock Shooter could feel the wrongness in the air.

And then there it was. The long, drawn-out rasping sound, like some terrible mixture between a death rattle and laughter. Black Rock Shooter's arm snapped up and she looked around, Rock Cannon gleaming in the sunlight. Then... there! She saw it. Some dark shape, moving in one of the buildings!

"...!"