Miku felt a cold chill roll across her shoulders, before she set them straighter. The people, the sense of malevolence as they walked that sank into her bones and wrapped around her heart scared her. She kept her eyes on the ground. Though she often helped with terrible murders, it didn't mean she enjoyed looked at them.

In fact, she preferred not to. "I'm having an awful sense of deja vu," she murmured to no one in particular.