Purple eyes. Staring at her.
Briefly.
Only briefly, but troublesome nonetheless.
Her hair was messy, which is to say that she cared little for appearances.
Her table was empty, which is to say that she lacked friends.
And she had just tried to bolt upright, which is to say that her name was Ryo Kamimoto.
A pull. A tug.
Like what she felt prior. What had guided her to that anomaly. To Kanade.
That girl was important. She had to be. That, or she lacked sleep.
Probably both.
In popular media, it is generally accepted that if someone has to fight crime or monstrosities at night, they are able to function come day as if they had had a good night's sleep. It's just something that comes with the package. Well, guess those standards her package must be pretty terrible then. Singed hair, burnt clothes, and possibly stumbling into traffic. No information, save for that inexplicable, ineffable pull.
And perhaps that, was the most troublesome of the lot, what had rendered her tired and restless as opposed to just plain tired. What was that world? Who was that girl? What is the shade's purpose? And why, did they have those, those things. The Personae. And, what, lies ahead? There was more right? They had been given robes, and books, and- there to be more right? It, it had felt like a dream, or a nightmare. When she awoke she was inclined to dismiss it as one... and yet, her clothes were missing, her hair was singed, and she had a new entry in her call log. There, had- No, of course there was more. She could feel that pull. There was a reason.
Probably.
If she was important, then- then...
Kanade wasn't talking for once and, Miji was, Miji. She sighed, or wished she could've, wouldn't be the best start to a conversation. A second passes, then another, and- here goes nothing then.
"I-is s-something the matter?"