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After getting a good distance away from the stranger he pulled out a wallet, a wallet he'd pick-pocketed just then during the incident. "Let's see what we have here...?"

She adjusted the strap of her bag nervously as she stepped off the train. Moving after she was of age wasn’t exactly part of the plan but she couldn’t think of anything else to do now that Akane and Aoi were gone. Sure, the other kids would miss her too but she swore to herself that she would visit them on breaks. She needed to start off by increasing her surroundings. 

She felt a slight pang in her heart when she thought about the people she left behind. She said goodbye to everyone in the orphanage and promised that she would be back but she had failed to say goodbye to Matsunaga-san. She tried to contact him a few times but always found that he was too busy to speak. By then, it was her time to go. She slipped a letter and her key in his mailbox before going to the train station. 

It took Homura quite some time to realise that she was actually lost. She wasn't one to lose her way around places so easily - but somehow, every single detail in the park appeared to be identical to her - the trees, the benches... 

She examined the crumpled piece of paper in her hands. Scribbled on the paper was the address of the place she was heading to - Magnolia Academy. "It's supposed to be up ahead, isn't it? At the other end of this park..." She muttered to herself, oblivious to her surroundings. "Why can't I seem to find the exit, though?" 

Just as she was lost in her own thoughts, the lass crashed into someone - and when she realized what was happened, the other person had already fallen on the ground. 

"I apologize - I was not paying attention to where I was going."

Homura took a glance at the unfamiliar face that appeared before her. As far as she could remember, there was no one - that looked like that, at least - that she knew about. What did this person want from her, exactly? She had just moved into the town, after all - she hoped that it was nothing problematic.

Levi was always a difficult person to understand and to approach. Living in such harsh conditions had taught him to be wary and his experience with his job as made him calloused. Though, just because he seemed to be a complete jackass didn't mean that he was one entirely. He was still human, after all.

His chestnut orbs observed the figure from the distance as they struggled to get their papers before the wind could blow them away. Figuring that they'd suffered long enough (since he had been looking for quite some time), he approached the struggling figure and caught the paper that had managed to slip away from their grasp.