<i>A small, independent bar lies tucked away in the busy streets of Shinjuku, with only the old-fashioned lanterns decorating the doorway acting as advertisement for the location. The building is small enough for nearly the entire place to be visible from the entryway. There's one main room with a long bar serving drinks, as well as a smaller side room with a low table using tatami for seating in case any larger parties showed up. But for now, there was only one woman with silvery-blue hair acting as customer. The woman seems somewhat out of it, muttering to herself before taking another sip of sake.</i>

I suppose we've put this off long enough, so its finally time for the next chapter of our play to begin. For those who seek to follow through I assure you that I aim to make our little play.. Interesting, if nothing else. And for those in the audience who would rather stand by and watch... Well the words of a certain flower come to mind, but none of that matters in the end. So without further ado. <i>It had been a long time since rumors of the midnight channel had come and gone, fading into obscurity. For some time it was as if the worst was over. you'd have to be paranoid to continue checking it after all this time. Even those who knew the true secrets of the realm. Yet, for once, it seemed, such persistence would be rewarded. Seemingly of its own accord, the channel lights itself back up, showing a high-school age girl with long black hair walking towards what seemed to be a massive courthouse. The girl looks to the side as something catches her attention, but continues onwards regardless. Some might recognize the girl as a classmate, others may have heard of her as the sole survivor of a mysterious bus accident a little over a year ago. Still others may not have heard of them at all, drawn by nothing more than their own foolishness. I suppose that's where the question begins. Just who are you?</i>

<i>It was a calm day, average at the least. One might even call it peaceful, just as any other. Or at least as peaceful as such a bustling city could ever be. Our young heroine, a girl about sixteen years of age stands in front of a small ramen shop hidden in some discrete corner of the city. There's still traffic aplenty, but not so much to make it difficult to meet up and chat. Which is perfect, for the occasion. Sen waits outside the shop, checking her phone. Sen had promised to bring Niko and Akia here after all, so she thought to follow-through. Though of course, anyone who passed by would see her.</i>

OOC: Sort of just putting this up to see what happens. I don't have any grand plans nor am I entirely sure what'll come, or if anything'll come, but I thought it might be interesting to observe, if nothing else. IC: <i>Its strange.. Dark. Your memory is hazy, though it feels like you were doing something important, the thought of it eludes you. Though you cannot see, or hear, you feel a dark, powerful presence around you. Yet in a moment it is gone. Leaving your newfound peace undisturbed. Everything is gentle, yet strange. For the time, it seems as if everything that makes up yourself is gone. One is left as if floating in a void, only vaguely aware of others around you. Other small, winged creatures like an insect, left drifting half-asleep through their consciousness. However, you maintain a few strands of identity. A key memory or two from one's life. A fragment of self-consciousness that one could grab onto. An anchor to allow one to pull oneself out of the void, and back to consciousness. And so, who are you?</i>