C1532 Japan Welcome

In this quiet night, no one noticed the inconspicuous street. They were all attracted by the golden light.

A girl with eight thick tails was walking on the street like a machine.

She could smell the fresh tarmac on the cement road.

The young girl's gaze was somewhat hollow, like a puppet's. Her path was already set, and every step she took seemed as though it was accurately measured by a ruler