[center][h1][color=#F08080]Shinozaki Yurie[/color][/h1][/center]

A few miles away in Tokyo, an apartment door swung open, and Yurie walked through with a groan, slamming it shut behind her. God, she hated the commute to and from campus. If there hadn't been a test today, there'd have been no chance she bothered to even attend. Not for the first time, Yurie questioned her choice of staying in Japan and not attending college in America instead. She'd spent half her childhood there, leaving Japan after elementary school and only returning in her second year of high school thanks to her parents' jobs. Cali sucked, but at least she got English fluency out of it.

Yurie flopped into her chair, not even bothering to change out of her clothes or take her shoes off for the moment as she popped open the mini fridge next to her desk and took out a can of sugarfree energy drink. Second sip of the day. She'd need it for the rest of the evening and night. After all, now that class was done, she could get back to what was actually important. Yurie took a swig of her white Monster as she opened her email inbox. 

[color=#F08080]"Let's see...no job offers? No weekend binge this week, I guess."[/color] She murmured to herself as she checked her mail. Well, at least it gave her free time to work on trying to crack some security systems-

[i]You've got mail![/i]

Yurie blinked. From the title alone, it looked like spam. So how the hell had it gotten past the filter? She opened it, being careful to not click on anything past that.

[color=#F08080]"...What the hell is this?"[/color] She murmured incredulously under her breath. Whoever decided to cook up this new variation of the Nigerian prince scam deserved points for creativity, at least. Damn, now she was curious. A few clicks forwarded the email to a burner account, and Yurie yanked her ethernet cable out of her tower as she switched over to her second machine. Her crappy five year old Thinkpad was a solid test bed for dealing with security stuff, considering it didn't have any personal information on it anymore. Just because she was curious didn't mean she was going to be stupid about it. She set up a virtual machine before accessing her burner account, opening the email as she did before. The same message greeted Yurie, and she clicked the link inside, only to be greeted by a blinding light.

[color=#F08080]"Oh come on-"[/color] She yelled in exasperation before the world seemed to shift out from under her.

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[color=#F08080]"-a flashbang prank?!"[/color] Yurie finished her scream as she fell onto her ass. Wait, what? She opened her eyes, only to be surrounded by polished marble and...other people? Holy hell, was her boomer juice spiked?