As she followed the girls through the hallway, Cyra bit her lip. The interior of Beacon was much like its exterior; lofty ceilings that all looked the same to her, and it was becoming increasingly apparent that the girls didn’t know where they were going either. Still, she was more afraid of getting lost herself, so she continued following them. 

The girls themselves were a puzzle. The red-haired one seemed nice enough: her voice was pleasant to the ear and always seemed to have an upbeat, happy tone, and a smile didn’t seem to be far from her face. The blue-haired one, however, was… odd. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was a distinctly unnatural feel to her; a slight stiffness to the way that she moved, a flat invariance to her voice. Little things that might not have been noticed if one wasn’t paying close attention, but it was enough for Cyra being unwilling to approach the pair. 

Unfortunately, it seemed that the world had other ideas. As she walked, her foot suddenly jerked to a stop, sending her toppling forward with a gasp and yelp. As if that wasn’t enough, her crash was followed by an even louder impact as her heavy case slammed to the ground beside her. 

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