[b][color=6ecff6]SOU MIYANE[/color][/b] - Central District: Tamakagahara[hr] Miyane had good ears. It was part of the job, part of the training. [i]Torso upright. Breathe before the sixth bar. Put more chest into that ad-lib.[/i] She needed her ears for that. They worked her to be aware, drove perfectionism into her like a stake. Her mistakes were her own. It was her responsibility to correct them, no one else’s. She wished these dipshits could think the same way. The background muttering of [i]‘fire’[/i] and [i]‘break-in’[/i] raised an eyebrow, along with a strong curse that she barely managed to hold behind her teeth. [color=6ecff6]“Yes, I’ll take the escort.”[/color] The Okinawan from the gate arrived within a few long minutes, accompanied by three other guards. Seemed like some consideration was being given at least. They weren’t completely braindead. The elevator wasn’t an option. They took the stairs. The men were… calm. Strangely so. Not that Miyane wanted a major emergency taking place in her place of residence but if she found out that she was being hurried out for something inconsequential then this security detail was in for a bad time. She didn’t find out about anything. [b]“We’re still investigating, this is just a precaution for now.”[/b] A taxi was offered. She declined. A squawk on the radio sounded through between ground and first floor. They took the emergency exit. She found herself outside, the scene as innocuous as her exit. No sirens, no squadrons. Nothing to do on this nothing day. It was only a matter of time before it would inevitably kick in. Solitude only became unmanageable when she was surrounded by other people. The cafe didn't seem so appealing anymore. Neither did karaoke. [b]"You'll be notified once we're certain nothing serious has occurred."[/b] Comforting. So what now? She didn’t particularly feel like interacting with Hyejin after the debacle in the plaza. Miori hadn’t been an option for a long time. Miyane sighed and placed her phone to her ear. [color=6ecff6]“<>”[/color]