Failure.
Abject failure. Kotone blindly milled through the streets as the words rang in her head. The howling wind of the overcast day whipped the young girl's hair as she trudged deeper in the beating heart of the village, causing an automatic tug at the hood of her coat. Cool air re-dried the stinging moisture on her face that seemed to exist in a constant flux of wetness and miniature icicles, a physical manifestation of the rolling state of her mind.
Suddenly the world came into focus and Kotone was left dumbly gazing up at the rickety rooftops of Cronopolis. The squalid area still seemed an endless maze of unsettling confusion to the young girl, and she briefly wondered if this might be the very same street she had met with the red-eyed kunoichi barely a week earlier. It didn't really matter now. Slipping down an alleyway, the girl's hands made contact with the chilling solidity of a gutter and in a few short moments was blindly shimmying up the structure before depositing unceremoniously on the the roof.
Kotone's blue eyes shot about the dark, roiling sky as she watched clouds race from the horizon. It was going to be a cold, wet night. The blonde girl raised her hands to a mouth and let out two long exhales, adding a bit of heat to her nearly frozen fingers only for the cruel air to chill them yet again. A drop of icy water hit the hood of her coat, followed by another. It was going to be a very cold night.
[Exit - Retire]