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[hr][right][color=gray]April 7th, moments before the assassination of 16th US President, Abraham Lincoln[/color][/right][hr]The bell rang, and Kanna knew that her first order of business should have been to grab something from the cart, and start making her rounds to the classrooms of the more adventurous students to drudge up any good stories. She did the first bit, claiming a small katsu sandwich before they were all gone, but as the other students exploded into the halls to siege the cart and find their friends, Kanna lingered. She already had a lead, all she had to do was follow it. 

So she followed it. 

Totsuka trudged out of class 2-C. The bright side of his frankly alarming stature, aside from him being hard to miss, was that Kanna didn’t need to stick particularly close to keep track of him. He made his way down to the first floor’s exit, at which point she split off. No good to just trail him one-for-one, too easy to notice. Picking up the pace, she skirted the halls to a side exit and slunk outside. 

[color=92278f]“Beautiful day.”[/color] she mumbled. She kept close to the wall, ducking windows and lunging foliage until she came to a corner. [color=92278f][i]Stealth,[/i][/color] she thought. [color=92278f][i]I am stealth.[/i][/color]

[color=c0c0c0]“Oi, give me one of those, would you? I haven't smoked in days.”[/color]

Kanna crouched low and peeked. Sure enough there he was, the Utsubyo Ogre himself, and—ah, was that Himawari Shiori? The smell of cigarette smoke assailed Kanna’s nose and her face twisted up. Yep, that was Shiori alright. 

Holding the sandwich in her mouth, Kanna slipped a little notebook from her pocket, as well as a pen, and flipped to her list of ideas. She scratched out the ones that hadn’t been nixed yet, and started a new line. 

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[i]smoker—[s]dead at 40[/s][/i]
[i]knows shiori? [s]ask shiori[/s] scary[/i]
[i][u]ask shiori[/u][/i][/center]

This was good. A start. Maybe he was a delinquent, like Shiori, or maybe he was worse. That felt a bit harsh, but Kanna tried to press that down. [color=92278f][i]Be objective,[/i][/color] she thought. She didn’t hate Shiori—didn’t hate anyone, particularly—and it was entirely possible that Totsuka was just a normal-ass dude. But maybe he wasn’t.

Balancing her notebook and sandwich on her knees, Kanna continued to listen.