<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cdb754f7-9296-44d1-866d-02a8ed5542db/defq7fa-df690f02-b1cc-41e9-818f-18779149d716.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NkYjc1NGY3LTkyOTYtNDRkMS04NjZkLTAyYThlZDU1NDJkYlwvZGVmcTdmYS1kZjY5MGYwMi1iMWNjLTQxZTktODE4Zi0xODc3OTE0OWQ3MTYuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.jSwD5lPI_wnCpsKcC2okYuYpvgyAI_xScs_yq7S7PJA)<br/><div align="center">Art (https://www.deviantart.com/iamranya/art/Request-Crisis-872880196) by Ranya (https://www.deviantart.com/iamranya)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Crisis Red-Skies (https://docs.google.com/document/d/15qbuU4YqKMDoU1ZDCSMqPk1ij2xTUp29YstywHELF4s/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Location:</strong>137 Ninth Street<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 25, 2022<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one<br/><hr/><br/><em>'This must be the place,'</em>Crisis thought as she stared down the alleyway to the little house at the end.  She glanced at the envelope in her hands.  It couldn't tell her anything she didn't already know, but she knew this was the address on the envelope.  She already knew the surrounding streets were empty, but she looked around anyway.  She always kept herself aware of her surroundings, but checking again helped relieve the tension somewhat.<br/><br/>Crisis marched up to the door, burning the house's visage into her memory as she walked.  She didn't need to touch the knob to know it was locked.  She looked at her hand.  The key was already inside it.  As unremarkable-yet-out-of-place as the house it went to.  The only secrets it could possibly reveal to her were on the other side of that door.  As such, there was nothing worth remembering about it.  Not even the teeth.<br/><br/>The knob yielded to the key and the door swung open, revealing a solid wall of light.  She sighed.<em>'So we're playing this game, huh?'</em>She tested the wall with her hand to ensure it was merely opaque before stepping through.<br/><br/>The scenery on the other side would be bizarre and awe-inspiring to anyone else.  To Crisis, it was familiar-unto-comforting, yet just as much a mystery to her as to any other person.  The coils of a massive, stone serpents formed a three-dimensional maze within the infinite void.  At its center, Crisis stood upon a dias of concentric circles, each divided in half by what would be a single groove were they properly aligned and decorated with esoteric symbols even she could not discern the meaning of.  Ahead of her, the stone head of a dragon glared up, menacingly, at a single pillar behind her that connected this dias to the rest of the maze.<br/><br/>Glancing behind her, Crisis could see the porch of the house and the alley beyond through the open doorway.<br/><br/><em>'So that's all there is, huh?'</em>She sighed again.<em>'Guess it's time to wake up, then.'</em><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 8, 2045, morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Crisis sat up and grabbed the notebook on her nightstand. "Lwaxana." Her smartphone chimed as the screen lit up.  Crisis' gaze was firmly on the notebook as she scribbled away at it. "Open email to The Old Man. Messaged received at oh-seven-hundred hours. Stand by for report.  Send message."  The phone chimed again as the screen dimmed.<br/><br/>"What's going on?" came a voice from the bed on the opposite side of the room.  A girl with short, dark hair sat up and peered over at Crisis, only to turn away with a yelp.  "I asked you to wear pajamas!  What the Hell!?"<br/><br/>"I did," Crisis replied, not looking up from her writing.  "Then it got too hot, so I took them off."<br/><br/>"At least cover yourself with your blankets, then!"<br/><br/>"I thought the Japanese were cool with nudity," Crisis said absently.  "All those bathhouses and stuff."<br/><br/>"Well, you Americans have locker room showers, too, right?"<br/><br/>"Fair enough," Crisis said.  With a flourish, she grabbed her sheets and flung them over herself.  She draped it over her head like a child reading comic books at midnight.<br/><br/>"Seriously, do you have to tell that guy about<em>every</em>dream you have?"<br/><br/>"Nah." Crisis reached out from under the covers to grab her phone. "Just the important ones."<br/><br/>She opened the GPS app and put in the address from the dream.  Maybe she could see it in Street View.  She hadn't remembered seeing it before, but even she couldn't fit the entire city in her head at once.  If this place was real, then it definitely merited an investigation.<br/><br/>((Don't worry about the maze.  It's something unique to Crisis' meta-lore))