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[h3][b][i][color=FF7FC9]April 25th, 2025. [/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[color=FF7FC9][b]Mentions:[/b] Masashi [@Zombehs], Asumi [@Ambra], Hoshiko [@Fabricant451], Akio [@Lord Orgasmo], Kenzan [@PrankFox][/color]

As the police trickled in from the streets around her, Akira was lost in shock. Even when an officer helped her to her feet, the soft-spoken teenager was silent, tears staining her cheeks. She'd sat on the same spot on the pavement the entire time, only moving to pick up her lost satchel just as she was being escorted into a waiting police car. The drive to the station was a sullen one, sitting next to the whimpering Asumi and the relatively calm Masashi. Her classmates were in the other car, but Akira couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to them.

When she was brought in for questioning, her voice was barely audible. Time and shock of seeing a dead body in the rotting, stinking flesh had put a case of the shivers in the poor girl. But the reassurances from the officers and even the detective who interrogated her set Akira's mind at ease. Eventually answers came from her, honest and truthful, until there were no more questions to respond to and the cops let her go.

Once she left the station and rejoined the rest of the study group, Akira was hugging her trumpet case to her chest. She took a few deep breaths in and out to calm and steady herself. She could still feel her hands trembling slightly from nerves, even as they walked away from the building and started towards Chen's place. And then Asumi blurted out her absolute hunger and Akira couldn't help but giggle, all the tension broken in an instant.

[color=FF7FC9][b]"I gotta admit, all the nerves made me a little peckish too... What do you think is going to happen? Are the police going to take the body away and cut it open like in CSI?"[/b][/color]