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happen.
    Damn!
    She checked that no one was on the crosswalk, then adeptly tugged at the reins, turning her steed around. As soon as their speed dropped, she felt a heavy, lurking pressure at her back, but there was no time to falter.
    The Coiste Bodhar leaped forward and over the guardrail, its massive black form racing toward the side of the building.
    The headless horse “landed” on the wall.
    Shadows bloomed from each hoof, growing and fusing with the concrete surface. As if there was magic tape with powers beyond human understanding sticking the horse’s legs to the surface, Shooter raced vertically up the side of the building.
    “Hah! You won’t get away from me that easily!” the officer shouted, not rattled in the least by this supernatural showing.
    He spun the bike into a sudden 180-degree turn for an abrupt stop, watching Celty’s path closely. She, on the other hand, was desperately searching for a way out as she felt his searing gaze from the ground below.
    Oh, crap. Crap, crap, crap. This is bad. This is uncontrollably, severely, uncontrollably, incredibly, uncontrollably bad.
    Her mind was racing faster than she had words to express it. Her first step was to race all the way to the roof of the building. Once she got to the top of the small apartment complex, she paused and considered how to escape.
    Oh, right. I can just…
    She put a particular plan into motion.

    Apartment building, Shinjuku
    It was not a coincidence that Izaya Orihara was watching the TV at that exact moment.
    Ikebukuro’s 100-Day Front.
    As an information broker, he was not likely to gain anything particularly fresh or juicy from this program, but given that it was an experiment in live broadcasting, he tuned in out of sheer curiosity, just in case something unexpected happened.
    Namie had already gone back to her own apartment, and Izaya was enjoying some homemade French toast and basking in the glow of a recently completed major transaction.
    “…Wow. Even I didn’t see this coming.”
    What started as a live broadcast featuring Ikebukuro at night and a simple motorcycle waiting at a traffic light without a headlight suddenly shifted into a horror movie, then a stunning action blockbuster.
    Celty turned her motorcycle into a horse, and a police bike chased after her.
    “Suppose that cop is this Kinnosuke Kuzuhara I keep hearing about? His timing’s either the best or the worst,” he exclaimed, eyesnarrowed, somewhere between laughter and exasperation. On the screen, the reporter was frantic.
    “See that, folks? The mysterious figure riding what appeared to be a horse just used some strange means of climbing the wall to get onto the roof of the building! It seems the traffic patrol officer is calling for backup!”
    “For better or for worse, Celty always managed to avoid my expectations for her,” said Izaya Orihara, an information agent who made his base in Shinjuku.
    He’d known Celty for years, he was aware of her dullahan identity, and he possessed a secret about her that even she didn’t know.
    That is, he possessed the head for which Celty had
formerly
been searching.
    But for now, she didn’t seem to be as fixated on the head, so he was keeping it secret just in case he could use it to achieve a desired outcome in the future.
    “Oh dear. The problem is, modern society has decided that things like Celty don’t exist. If she was the kind of alien you see in movies, the government and military would cover her existence up for her…but not in this case,” Izaya cackled at the TV, talking to no one in particular.
    Then something on the screen changed.
    “Oh?”
    “The rider in black is still silent up on the roof…ah! What is that?! Can you make it out through the camera?! The stars have vanished overhead! It’s black! A large black curtain! Wh-whoa!”
    The reporter’s breathless commentary was accompanied by an odd object on the screen.
    Something like enormous black wings that dimly reflected the city’s