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[markofthebrave]

[It's as dark as it ever is in downtown Tokyo, and it's no place at all for a young girl to be lying facedown on the pavement of an abandoned park. The girl's clothes are strange, and ill-suited for a cold night. Red cloth wrapped around her top in an almost improvised sari breaking at the middle to some sort of red skirt-and-pants combination. More strangely is the waterskin at her side, made from no kind of leather that this world has ever seen.

The large fountain nearby bubbles cheerfully, as if urging her to wake up. She doesn't.]