[recorded: shuffling about: soft sounds, like fluttering cloth. There's silence for a long, long time. Finally, words appear on the page, scrawled quickly.]
Zelos. Professor. Sheena.
I'm leaving.
I will return.
-Presea
[there's a click as a door closes. She's left her journal.]
[ooc: Hamlet and Martel are gone and Lloyd is officially gone, so Presea
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