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[color=D1D0CE][sub]June 14th, 2025
Central District[/sub][/color]

[color=D1D0CE]It was quite the lazy day. 

Having had nothing urgent to do, Sayuri woke up at a rather late hour; because she had already stayed on top of her studies and responsibilities, she was one of the few people who actually had a decent amount of free time during the weekend. The girl uncurled herself from beneath the bedsheets, feeling the warm body of another pressed against her. Hiroyuki had ended up sleeping late, as well. She supposed that was a good thing. He was probably the only one that worked harder than she did. She saw that he was still peacefully dozing away, ad she knew it was a bad idea to wake him. He'd wake up when he want to, of course. He was a big boy. Yawning, she peeled off the sheets and slipped out of the bedroom as she ran her hand through her messy brown hair and wandered into their share-house's kitchen. 

The sunlight poured through a singular window, the beam warming up the already countertops as they began to swelter under the heat. Sayuri decided it was best not to make something overly complicated for an afternoon wake-up meal, and so she pulled out a couple of eggs and put some rice to cook. With a graceful movement, she turned on the radio. The soft buzz of music spiraled forth from the small, rusted speakers, filling the kitchen with a delightful tune. A light smile crossed her face. It was a lazy afternoon, yeah, but that didn't mean she couldn't do something special. Maybe she could pass by the wharfs, even though they were definitely crowded at this time. She could even bring a book to read despite the crowd. 

In the distance, something caught her eye. It was neither bird nor plane nor heavy, dense summer thunderstorm cloud. Sayuri's expression became pallid. No, this was something much different, she noticed as it hovered over a distant office building. It hovered lower and lower until the office building disappeared below its massive palm. No one screamed. No one ran. That was what she wanted to do, scream, run for help. And yet... she remained frozen in place, gazing out of the window at the space where the office building used to be. The egg fell out of her hand and splattered to the floor. The happy buzz from the radio station became white noise. The kitchen suddenly became cold, or was she just trembling just to tremble? Sayuri didn't know. But she wanted to understand.[/color]