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The gate was slight, little more than a luminescent tear in the center of the bedroom. She reached out. Her fingers trembled and brushed the edge of the white light and she jumped back as her fingertips pierced the veil with a gentle hum.

She glanced around the room. Neon-colored throw pillows on an unmade bed. Piles of dirty clothes scattered around the floor. Tiny graphics on the bindings of romance novels on an overstuffed bookcase.

A vanity to her left, the mirror ringed with photos. She took a step with trepidation toward them. They were photos of her, she knew — some with smiling teenagers, some with older people and some with small children.

And then there was the one - a photo of her smiling and next to it a void of darkness. She blinked her eyes but still the silhouette remained. She flipped it over and penned in small, neat script in the bottom right corner:

Always.
-Zephyr

She placed the photo carefully in her pocket and eyed the tear in the room again. She stepped close to it, peering through with a single eye as if she were glancing through a keyhole.

There were lights and building and people. So many people.

So few answers.

She took a breath and lifted her hand, placing it through the tear in the air, watching as it didn't come out the other side, disappeared. Closing her eyes, she took a step and could feel a rush of cool air.

There was the noise of the city all around her and when she opened her eyes, she knew. "Tokyo."

"Eurus," a male voice said behind her. "I've been waiting for you."

When she turned around, all she could see was a shadow, veiled by the white light of another gate behind him.

Description
The gate was slight, little more than a luminescent tear in the center of the bedroom. She reached out. Her fingers trembled and brushed the edge of the white light and she jumped back as her fingertips pierced the veil with a gentle hum.

She glanced around the room. Neon-colored throw pillows on an unmade bed. Piles of dirty clothes scattered around the floor. Tiny graphics on the bindings of romance novels on an overstuffed bookcase.

A vanity to her left, the mirror ringed with photos. She took a step with trepidation toward them. They were photos of her, she knew — some with smiling teenagers, some with older people and some with small children.

And then there was the one - a photo of her smiling and next to it a void of darkness. She blinked her eyes but still the silhouette remained. She flipped it over and penned in small, neat script in the bottom right corner:

Always.
-Zephyr

She placed the photo carefully in her pocket and eyed the tear in the room again. She stepped close to it, peering through with a single eye as if she were glancing through a keyhole.

There were lights and building and people. So many people.

So few answers.

She took a breath and lifted her hand, placing it through the tear in the air, watching as it didn't come out the other side, disappeared. Closing her eyes, she took a step and could feel a rush of cool air.

There was the noise of the city all around her and when she opened her eyes, she knew. "Tokyo."

"Eurus," a male voice said behind her. "I've been waiting for you."

When she turned around, all she could see was a shadow, veiled by the white light of another gate behind him.