<strong>Chisato Arikawa<br/>Time: June 5th, 5 PM<br/>Location: Shopping District, "Threads of Fate"</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, that's..." Chisato was, similarly to Shine, cut off by reality suddenly beginning to fray at the seams. She found herself just staring unresponsively as Shine was somehow pulled into the giant pot by ethereal hands. The scene was so out of place, so unreal, that her mind just blanked; she had absolutely no idea how to react to witnessing something like that.<br/><br/>...Rise was yelling. No, Rise was yelling at<em>her</em>. That snapped Chisato back to awareness. "R-right!" she stammered. It didn't matter what was going on, or how impossible what she'd just scene was. Something<em>was</em>happening, reality be damned, and getting away from this... horror shop seemed like the best idea.<br/><br/>She made a run for the door... and right into more of the ghosts. Despite her panicked, frantic attempts to fight them off, they were as intangible as one would expect from a ghost. Despite that, they had no trouble grabbing hold of<strong>her</strong>.<br/><br/><strong>Chisato Arikawa<br/>Time: June 5th, 5 PM?<br/>Location: Mirror World?<br/>Tagged: Shine?, Rise?</strong><br/><br/>Chisato fell flat on her ass. She was shaking, her heart pounding, her breath coming in swift gasps. Reflexively, she raised her hands to her face, cupping them over her mouth. Her cheeks were puffing and hollowing with each rapid breath. Some part of her brain realized she was hyperventilating; that was the only thing she actually<strong>knew</strong>, so she latched onto it. She was hyperventilating. Feeling dizzy. Couldn't... breathe.<br/><br/>She pitched forwards, knees jerking up to brace herself, and forced herself to<em>breathe</em>, drawing in a single, deep, unsteady breath, and coughing it out seconds later.<em>Breathe.... in, breathe out</em>. How... how long had it been since... since she got torn out of that shop by ghosts? Seconds, minutes?... She couldn't tell.<br/><br/>Adrenaline was still surging through her veins, her heart pounding against her chest. She... she needed to do something, to... get up. To move. She wasn't terrified, so much as... shocked. "What... happened?" Her voice was small, unfamiliar-sounding, as she pushed herself up, bracing her palms on the ground and getting unsteadily to her feet. "H-hello?" She put more voice behind her voice, making herself<em>talk</em>instead of just whimpering the words out. "...Hello? Anybody?" For the first time, she really<em>looked</em>around, swallowing with difficulty, one hand pressed against her chest, taking stock of her surroundings.