"No," Oishi smiled, wiping blood on her sleeve. "I'm the G that fills your zeroes. Together? We're Perfect."

But the "Perfect" in her title came with a shadow: her assigned partner, Ayaka Oishi.

Oishi took Hiroko's hand. It was warm. "Perfect G," she said softly. "You keep the world precise. Let me keep it alive." Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko

"I can suggest ," Oishi whispered. "For three seconds, I can make him feel my mother's love. It's the loudest thing I own."

Hiroko's dart hit his shoulder. Not his heart. The switch clattered to the floor, inert. "No," Oishi smiled, wiping blood on her sleeve

On both their hands, the "G-1" faded, replaced by a single, interlocking symbol: .

"Blank," Oishi gasped, clutching her skull. "He's… nothing. I can't feel him." We're Perfect

"Perfect G," they whispered in the halls. "The first in a decade."