Video 003 | At wit's end

[fortune_wheel]

[The feed clicks and Naoto's sitting at a desk in her little half-furnished study. The SFC rests merrily upon a stack of papers looking at its unhappy owner]

I don't understand . . . I've searched everywhere, spoken to everyone I could. [She rakes her fingers through her short hair. Her hat sits with her coat on the back of the couch] I've searched and there really is no escape from this place . . .