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[center][h3][color=f49ac2][u]Hanako Hayashi[/u][/color][/h3][/center]

Reminded of creatures from her nightmares, She reached up pinching her right shoulder but felt the pressure between her fingers. Knees starting to shake, frozen in place with a increasing heartbeat. Fingers balled into fists, narrowly focused on the Magnamon, receiving a second surprise when finally becoming aware of her surroundings, noticing all the others, most looking older than she did. The third when it started speaking, sounding like they’d been expecting them to arrive, like she had a choice in the matter. Stepping back and hearing Magnamon’s explaining, despite their protest to the contrary, she grasped her situation well enough. 

[color=f49ac2][i]“I’m not confused, but how am I supposed to care about a world of monsters I’ve never even known about…”[/i][/color] Hanako thought.

Her eyes wandering about searching for exit and seeing others reactions. Watching two others approach the digimon, one sympathizing and the other proclaiming to get their sibling back. Becoming more relaxed, seeing them not being attacked. She covered up a cough with her arm, clearing her throat, taking several steps forward with her arms crossed, with a blank expression.

[color=f49ac2]“Excuse me Magnamon, but you’ve clearly made a mistake. I’m nobody special and I know nothing about your world and why it should matter or how you expect me to do anything about it, when something your size can’t...and I don’t particularly like my world enough to want to save it...”[/color] Her tone was cold, looking down when speaking her last sentence.