[color=92278f][h2][center]Claire Turner[/center][/h2][/color]

What was that about leaving? Wasn’t she supposed to hop on her bike and skip town as soon as the tournament was over?

Domino City was weird, but before she had received that totally-not-ominous note from one of the judges at the card shop she was willing to dismiss that weirdness as just a feeling at the back of her neck. Now though? She was [i]certain[/i] that there was something off with this place. More than off; she was certain that this note had some kind of connection to the monsters she had been running from for the past couple of years. Monsters that just happened to bear more than a passing resemblance to the monsters from the very card game she had been playing when this note had been given to her.

This place was [i]dark[/i] in a way she couldn’t explain; she could feel it. And maybe it wasn’t just all in her head after all.

So she did the stupid thing and instead of taking the shortest route she could to anywhere that wasn’t here, Claire found herself stopping her bike at the main gates to the cemetery in the middle of the night. Surprisingly, she wasn’t the only person there; several other faces she recognised from the store were there too, waiting for whoever had invited them to show up; or maybe just trying to build up the courage to go inside.

The kickstand dropped into place and Claire stepped off of her bike before removing her helmet. She shook her hair out, using the extra time to steel her own nerves before she turned and approached the gathered crowd. [color=92278f]“Looks like there’s a whole party here! But why are we all waiting outside? Instructions are supposed to be on the gate, yeah? What do they say?”[/color]