Coppelia’s casket
The flowing tears have already dried up
Solitude starved for blood
Death dances, smelling of angel down
In a town where the black sun never sets
Everyone works silently with an air of deception
I cannot meet you
I cannot meet you here
God, our savior
Coppelia’s casket
People are dolls tired of dancing
The lamb on the altar
Where is the mechanical dream headed?
Coppelia’s casket
O light awakened from the darkness
The lamb on the altar
Where is the dream with the broken spring headed?
Noir…
It is the name of an ancient fate.
Two maidens who govern death.
The peace of the newly born,
their black hands protect.
[The Assassination Play]
We have a job.
Who’s the target?
Albert Dux.
Seems to be quite the villain.
A big shot in the business world, Albert Dux.
Vanier’s young president died in an accident,
but no one related to him thinks that it was an accident.
Who is that?
The young president’s widow. She’s our client.
Do you know her?
I think so.
I’d like some of these.
Thank you very much. The belladonna lilies, correct?
Yes.
You’ve bought those flowers before.
You sure remember some trivial things.
We’ve met before, haven’t we?
Yes.
A friend of mine is buried here.
Do you come often?
I hardly ever come.
I see.
We weren’t that close, but in a way, I sort of cared for him.
Did he like belladonna lilies?
Something like that.
Then you’re the same as me.
Then…
Yes, the one dear to me also liked belladonna lilies.
I hated them at first,
because belladonnas are poisonous, you know?
However, apparently belladonna lilies are a completely different species.
But even if they were poisonous, they’re the flowers he loved most.
We’re going to do it, then?
Yes, we are.
Dux recently bought a resort hotel.
He’s staying in a suite at the hotel
to make remodeling arrangements before they open.
It’s a golden opportunity for us.
There are three routes to the suite on the top floor.
You go around from the stairs that go to the emergency exit.
All right.
Well, I never thought that THE Noir was a young lady like you.
Drop your weapon.
So it was you.
Seal off the hotel at once! They have nowhere to run!
To think that Noir was two people.
I can’t believe it was a trap.
Dux and the client were in it together.
It was all made up from the start.
The name of the target has been changed!
They were after us to begin with, after Noir.
But what in the world for? Why would they be after us?
They’re pros, just like us.
They were probably hired by someone.
You’re saying that there’s someone else who set up this little game?
Yes.
The hunter and the hunted have switched places, that’s all.
It doesn’t change the fact that we’re dealing in human lives.
Fine then. But who set this up?
The enemy.
The bastards who stole your memory…
That enemy has made a move.
Squad C. Respond, Squad C.
They got Squad C too. They’re certainly living up to their name.
We’re going with Plan 3.
Squad B here. The targets have entered the casino hall.
Roger that. Get everyone together and wait for instructions.
It looks like we’ve been chased into this place.
Want something to drink? Or would you rather have some popcorn?
I’ve reached the breaker.
All right, cut it.
They mean to duke it out here.
Give me some.
Give me some popcorn.
Let’s go!
The first time we met was a coincidence, right?
People like us shouldn’t visit cemeteries.
We just fall into the graves at our feet ourselves.
They’re calling to us from the other side.
I wonder if the dead were blinding me?
Maybe so.
What about that grave?
My husband’s.
But he wasn’t the young president.
Though it’s true that he liked those flowers.
Tell me. Who hired you to kill Noir?
Would you tell?
No.
What is your name?
What’s the point of asking?
Neither you nor I have a grave waiting onto which to carve our names.
I don’t understand.
The enemy hired Dux and his men to get rid of Noir.
But Dux had not been told that Noir’s identity was you and I.
Maybe it really was a game.
Dux, you, and I are nothing more than game pieces.
I guess so.
The enemy is always watching us.
Even now, they’re watching us from somewhere.
We have no choice but to keep on winning these games.
Yes…
And someday…
Not having a grave isn’t something that saddens me.
Because it is the path I chose for myself.
To be certain, this is not your grave.
But so what…
So what if that’s true?
The soft touch
Finally made me realize how cold my cheek was
Like waking up in the morning
And noticing the birds chirping for the first time
Suddenly
I don’t know anything yet
What my heart is seeking
I don’t know
I was always looking up at the sky
Like this, since who knows when
I would send my thoughts to right below that cloud
[Preview] [Blood seeping into the sandy beach]
[The city of corruption] [behind the paradise]
[Fate is like the advancing waves]
[The Sound of Waves]