#akane 01

It was right when she was reflecting about this that she saw a figure in the distance, bandages covering her head and her arm. Had she been wounded?! She run up to her, her tone of voice visibly worried. “Ah! Miss! Wait! A-Are you wounded?!”

And when he arrived, he stopped. She had not spoken again, but he would take the chance: “June?” It was not her name he knew, but if she heard it, even if she had begun to walk away she may turn around. 

[Δ] > delta couldn't remember why on earth he'd wanted to go walking in the park that morning. he couldn't stand the winter cold; the wind seemed to pass right through his flesh and directly assault his aching bones, and the layers he wore weren't of much assistance. still, he had willpower, and he knew he had to exercise. if he could distract his mind, his body would carry on just fine – easier said than done, he thought. if only he could mind-hack himself. > he sighed, watching his breath dissipate in the air before him. lovely. “ at least it isn't snowing, ” he mused, glancing up at the sky. “ i don't intend to catch pneumonia anytime soon. ” of course, with an immune system like his, he wasn't likely to do that at all, but sometimes he still worried. it was practically his job to worry. > “ can't help but wonder if anyone else is out here at this time of morning. ” as he thought aloud to himself, he squinted off into the fog. what he saw looked like a young woman sitting at a bench. huh. was that a real person? there were multiple ways to find out, but delta didn't particularly feel like going out of his way to get closer, so he kept on his usual route and tried to read her mind. to his mild surprise, it worked. more surprising, however, was... what he found. > akane. that was akane. he didn't even know she lived nearby. what a day this was turning out to be. his pace quickened, and his gaze dropped to the ground. it'd be better for them both if he went unnoticed...

“Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real--and very much like Vernes, we find ourselves in a place that far exceeds our imaginations. But tell me, Inspector--is this what freedom would look like to you?”