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[ This wasn't her world.
She had known that all along, ever since the beginning.
While it looked like Yokohama and the sights were familiar enough for her to want her to call it home, she knew that it wasn't her home. This was just facsimile of the place she came from, an almost exact copy of where she lived. But there were things that were off.
They said that her world was 'frozen', after all; so it would have been fall of 2010.
But the date as she went through the streets didn't match up to what she remembered. It was the future of her world. Or at least, a world similar to her own. Taking out her eye phone, the one thing that she still had from her days at The Foundation before she was somehow thrown here for some unexplainable reason, she couldn't help but look at her contacts; more specifically, at the contact image of Atsushi as she breathed out a heavy white puff of air, leaning against the wall.
It was honestly rather cold for the dress (far right) that she was wearing, her hair in short twin braids. She wasn't particularly waiting for anybody, but she was on the lookout for any familiar faces.
Because she wanted to see which Yokohama she wound up in while trying to obscure her face by pretending that she was messing around with her phone. Certainly nobody would actually come up to her and bother her. . . right? ]
She had known that all along, ever since the beginning.
While it looked like Yokohama and the sights were familiar enough for her to want her to call it home, she knew that it wasn't her home. This was just facsimile of the place she came from, an almost exact copy of where she lived. But there were things that were off.
They said that her world was 'frozen', after all; so it would have been fall of 2010.
But the date as she went through the streets didn't match up to what she remembered. It was the future of her world. Or at least, a world similar to her own. Taking out her eye phone, the one thing that she still had from her days at The Foundation before she was somehow thrown here for some unexplainable reason, she couldn't help but look at her contacts; more specifically, at the contact image of Atsushi as she breathed out a heavy white puff of air, leaning against the wall.
It was honestly rather cold for the dress (far right) that she was wearing, her hair in short twin braids. She wasn't particularly waiting for anybody, but she was on the lookout for any familiar faces.
Because she wanted to see which Yokohama she wound up in while trying to obscure her face by pretending that she was messing around with her phone. Certainly nobody would actually come up to her and bother her. . . right? ]