[A teenage Japanese boy with messy black hair is sitting outside under the overhang of what's left of a ruined old building. He's wearing a black and white school uniform of some kind. There is a black and white cat with little horns and two tails sitting next to him peering at the screen. The boy scratches his head.]

Uhhh...So any of you guys know what's going on? I wasn't out here last night. That ghost must be up to stuff again.

[He grumbles the last bit to himself and then switches off the communicator.]

[Alma's standing outside the apartment building, eyes focused on the sky above him. A fine layer of white has settled into his dark hair and, after a moment of confused blinking, he lifts a hand to catch some of the strange flakes falling from the sky, eyebrows furrowing when they smear in his grip rather than melting.]

It's not snow...

Heading to the shooting range.