The Roof, Late Monday Night
The air on the roof was frigid and there was a slight drizzle. All was quiet. Suddenly as the previous night, a humm was heard and a bright light appeared. The light stood perfectly motionless in a person-height column and then blinked out of existence, leaving one lone figure to crumple to the ground.
Ami was wearing the clothes she wore the previous night, jeans and a t-shirt. Her coat was missing, there was blood in her matted hair and her clothes, while there, were torn and filthy. There was blood but it was dry.
She was lying in a crumpled heap, not moving.
[establishing return. here for Setsuna]
Ami was wearing the clothes she wore the previous night, jeans and a t-shirt. Her coat was missing, there was blood in her matted hair and her clothes, while there, were torn and filthy. There was blood but it was dry.
She was lying in a crumpled heap, not moving.
[establishing return. here for Setsuna]