The world around me shifted like someone had ripped me out of one place and dropped me straight into another.
Dante and I stood in the middle of a market decorated for a festival.
Lanterns hung from thin strings. Wooden stalls lined both sides of the street.
The entire place had a Japanese theme, like an old rural town celebrating some seasonal event.
Paper banners swayed in the cold night breeze, and mountains rose quietly in the distance.
It was night, and the sky above must be dark, but I didn't look at it.
I already knew what waited up there.
Shadowy figures filled the market.
They didn't have clear shapes, just silhouettes moving like people pretending to be people.
They walked. They chatted. They played festival games.
But none of them had faces or details, and the longer I watched them, the more wrong they felt.
'Yuna, use your luck-increasing ability,' I said through my thoughts.
The tiny fallen angel floating beside my shoulder nodded and raised her small hand.
