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Her heart beat quickened, the pupils of her deep blue eyes shrank, her muscles tensed, and adrenaline was pumping itself through her veins, speeding up the world around her. But her breathing was calm, she was in control. Why? Who was she? How did she get here? Why was she here?

And why couldn't she remember anything?!

She sighed, and placed her hands atop her head, running her fingers through her brown hair. She needed to calm down, she needed to think. Tokyo, she knew she had to go there, but the purpose was lost to her. The only clue she had was this… Zephyr. What it or they did, she didn't care. She wanted answers, and she had a distinct feeling that this… mission, for she couldn't find a better word for it, would push away at least a portion of the fog that was her memories.

She checked her person, avoiding the pocket that had the calendar and the scrap paper within, and found a few things of interest; a small, and ill balanced, pocket knife, a phone, and, to her sudden relief, a wallet. Her wallet. She opened it, hoping to find her ID, hoping to find… something that could tell her who she was.

There was nothing.

No ID, no credit cards, nothing that could help her in her own identification. All that was inside were a few Hundred Yen bills in her wallet. Putting the items away, she looked through her phone, finding this search fruitless as well.

She looked at the open "gate", and took a deep breath.

"Well," She said, surprised at her accent. It was… American. Odd. "Maybe this "Zephyr" has the answers I need."

She walked through the gate, unsure if it was a sign of her salvation or damnation.

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Her heart beat quickened, the pupils of her deep blue eyes shrank, her muscles tensed, and adrenaline was pumping itself through her veins, speeding up the world around her. But her breathing was calm, she was in control. Why? Who was she? How did she get here? Why was she here?

And why couldn't she remember anything?!

She sighed, and placed her hands atop her head, running her fingers through her brown hair. She needed to calm down, she needed to think. Tokyo, she knew she had to go there, but the purpose was lost to her. The only clue she had was this… Zephyr. What it or they did, she didn't care. She wanted answers, and she had a distinct feeling that this… mission, for she couldn't find a better word for it, would push away at least a portion of the fog that was her memories.

She checked her person, avoiding the pocket that had the calendar and the scrap paper within, and found a few things of interest; a small, and ill balanced, pocket knife, a phone, and, to her sudden relief, a wallet. Her wallet. She opened it, hoping to find her ID, hoping to find… something that could tell her who she was.

There was nothing.

No ID, no credit cards, nothing that could help her in her own identification. All that was inside were a few Hundred Yen bills in her wallet. Putting the items away, she looked through her phone, finding this search fruitless as well.

She looked at the open "gate", and took a deep breath.

"Well," She said, surprised at her accent. It was… American. Odd. "Maybe this "Zephyr" has the answers I need."

She walked through the gate, unsure if it was a sign of her salvation or damnation.