Seiri Fukiyose - A Certain Magical Index - Gallery

The late afternoon sun, filtered through the rain-streaked windows of the Academy City dormitory, cast long, melancholic shadows across Seiri Fukiyose's small room. The air, usually crisp and tinged with the scent of distant magic and scientific experiments, felt thick and heavy today, mirroring the tempest brewing within her. She traced the condensation on the glass, the cold seeping into her fingertips, a stark contrast to the warmth that had begun to bloom in her chest, an unfamiliar and intoxicating sensation.