The files themselves outlined a series of incidents with a MO in common. Reports suggest that the Youma in question is one with an affinity for wind.
Its preferred target appear to be brightly dressed people and in various occasions the victims have been playing or listening to music. Street performers and young students being prime targets for the Youma.
Outlining the suspected area of operations with photos and a map by triangulating the reports. Lakshimi believes its favored hunting grounds are where there are an abundance of nightclubs or bars and there´s a high chance of its nightmare being on the vicinity.
'A songbird...?' Kin idly speculated, leafing through scant pages. Hmm.
Knowing the Youma penchant for twisted mockeries, obsessions, and all manner of negative emotions, her running hypothesis would be some manner of singer or musician who cannot play music, and thus lashed out at sources of such.
Of course, she was working off of essentially no information, so she didn't expect to be terribly close to the mark.
"As many as its needed~" She gives a non-answer like the other times before sighing.
"Dont worry. you´ll meet most of them in due time. Some of them just desire for their affiliation to be kept a secret and I am contractually obligated to protect their secrecy."
"How bothersome." Kin replied, a hint of resignation in her voice. She was used to this answer.
"I am very curious though. Do you know the western saying? Translated, it would be something like 'curiosity killed the cat.'" As she finished speaking, Kin smiled mischievously at the cat-fox hybrid. She wasn't using the saying correctly, but that was because she was making a joke.
"Hello everyone." She greeted, politeness taking over. "I understand I may not look like it, but I'll also fight."
At this point, Kin let her eyes run over the other Magical Girls who had gathered in the room, passing around the folders and occasionally actually speaking to one another.
She noticed the girl in the wheelchair, but said nothing. In fact, her eyes looked her over and moved on the same way they did everyone else.
Internally, she had marginally more of a reaction.
'Hmm, I wonder what happened to her. Birth condition, accident? Maybe she was stabbed in the spine by a serial killer, or perhaps she had survived an encounter with a Youma while out of costume?'
Kin's idle speculation was nothing strange, for her. As far as she was concerned, the only inherently noteworthy thing about someone in a wheelchair was the question of why they were in it. She wondered it whenever she saw someone in one, which admittedly wasn't terribly often.
When she actually got there, though, there were a lot of people already there in the room, a mark of how long she'd dilly-dallied with the rumors around. Okay, Ai. You're probably late, and these are new people, but that just means you need to put your best foot forward! Stepping through the door, Ai put on the biggest smile she could that wasn't overdone. "Hello! Did I miss everyone introducing themselves?"
Seeing as the others did not seem inclined to answer, Kin spoke up in the interest of common courtesy.
"No, people have at most introduced themselves to people they directly spoke with." Looking around, Kin raised her voice slightly so that the others could hear her, "I may as well start though. If we find ourselves working together, we'll need something to call each other. My name is Iseya Kin."
At this, she paused to allow the others a chance to introduce themselves.
