» Action 「 768 Bunker Street ☼ Early Morning 」
[The silence in the Adachi household is shattered by a shrill shriek. If you weren't already awake, you are now.
Something, no everything, was not right. This wasn't Inaba. This wasn't her room. This wasn't her bed, or her dresser, and OH GOD THESE WEREN'T HER CLOTHES. Naoto wouldn't want to be caught dead dressed in such a manner. It was too... too... too feminine! Bobby socks and poodle skirts would not help her gain respect, nor would it do anything to conceal the fact that she is, indeed, a girl.
She wants this to be a dream. Desperately want this to be a dream. She races down the stairs dressed in this little number. Maybe she'll wake up soon. Maybe someone is around to tell her what's going on and explain why she's in a poodle skirt of all things.
A poodle skirt. No pants, no tie, no hat to hide under. Just this stupid skirt that makes her feel uncomfortable in ways she never thought possible.
]» Phone 「 768 Bunker Street ☼ Late Afternoon 」
[There is no way she's going outside right now. Not dressed like this. Not now. Not ever. Or... at least not until she was able to get some bandages to bind herself with. She'd be a smidge more comfortable if that option was currently available to her.
Despite her situation, her voice still exudes confidence. She's not going to let anyone know how vulnerable she feels right now.
This is detective Naoto Shirogane. I would appreciate it if someone would be kind enough to explain why I received this census in the mail today.
If anyone has information about this... town
I would like to hear it as well. I... I do not necessarily trust my original source.