Deep purple eyes turned to the spiky, dark-haired man as the time-traveler walked past. From a glimpse, she could tell he had an odd air about him. It was probably nothing worthy of concern, but she found she could not debate with her sudden curiosity.
Pausing and taking a soft step back, Homura turned on her heel and spoke quietly. “…I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Who are you, exactly?”
