=Rifled and bruised, one finds a girl in her late teens, almost in her twenties, brushing herself off and taking a look around=
Where...where am I? This isn't Kyoto. This isn't even Japan!
=Head turns every which way, ignoring the blinking box= H-how did I get here? Where is everyone?!
=Sits up, checking her hair for a moment and frowning she has no weapon.= Maybe I've been kidnapped. But I don't remember that happening! I... I have to find everyone else. =Gets up, brushes herself off, and starts to turn towards the
bakery she's in front of, still oblivious to the device recording her every move.=