Enma pressed her palms against the cold surface of the window pane, her glowing blue eyes alighting as she spotted a female figure step away from a car and step into the doors of the Academy. Enma exhaled slowly, creating an eerie fog that hindered the window's clarity. The alabaster girl turned away from the window and held her right hand in front of her; a bright mist materialized between her dainty fingers, melding into the shape of an elegant, golden arrow.

Enma sighed bitterly and the golden arrow dissipated into the air, leaving thousands of tiny sparkles floating randomly. She couldn't use the weapon simply because she WAS the weapon. "What a useless gift destiny had given me."
The girl removed her arm from the windowsill and made her way down the corridor.