Type-01 [Video]
[The young woman steps off the ferry, every movement she makes showing hesitance. Her shoulders are tense as she turns back to face the ferryman] I'm not supposed to... [He points, and her shoulders sink as he begins to row away. She stands there for a moment, one hand at her chest as if to calm herself, looking for some sort of sign and--There!
She moves close, heels clicking loudly on the pier, until she is standing only a foot away. She kneels, setting down a beautifully crafted antique camera before reaching for the tablet. It's turned over, and examined thoroughly, brought close and pulled far away. She turns it back towards herself, expression quizzical.]
What am I supposed to do with you?
She moves close, heels clicking loudly on the pier, until she is standing only a foot away. She kneels, setting down a beautifully crafted antique camera before reaching for the tablet. It's turned over, and examined thoroughly, brought close and pulled far away. She turns it back towards herself, expression quizzical.]
What am I supposed to do with you?