The mere concept of the Dark Hour was still rather difficult to grasp -- a hidden hour, an extra hour that brought shadows into the world at the stroke of midnight. Back home the only place Naoto had faced shadows was in the tv world. She had no idea that it was possible for shadows to manifest outside of its confines. Her time here had shown that it was very, very possible. It happened. It had been happening right under her nose.

The 13th hour was drawing near and people were starting to ready themselves for it. The streets were bare save for a few others, including the girl in the business coat who was approaching. Naoto was certain she had never seen this girl before. Though the city was large, seeing people wander the streets at this hour was a rare enough occurrence to warrant concern.

"The 13th hour is nearly here. Will you be alright...?"