<strong>Name;</strong>Alessa Silverstone, Melissa Zobrist.<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Tokyo, Japan; Shibuya District<br/><strong>Time;</strong>(What time do you reckon it is Melisa?)<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Melisa Artemis, soon to be Ryuuji Kurokaze, and Karl Williamson via E-mail.<br/><br/>A movie came to mind that felt eerily similar to what had happened in Eden, one that had involved a game called Stay Alive, the movie itself having been called the same thing.  It was an under-appreciated film by Alessa's standards, but now what had happened in the movie felt all too real to her considering the people in the movie had all started to die the same way their game characters had, mostly killed by the ghost of Elizabeth Bathory, a noble woman that had bathed in the blood of young female virgins to retain her youth or so legends claimed.  She only thought of it now considering everything that had happened.  Jumping slightly as she heard her computer beep, signaling her to the fact she had mail, she 'rolled' over to the desk and pulled up her email client, finding that somehow one of the players from Eden had found her and had sent her a message, seeing that he had forwarded the email to several other people, all of them she guessed having been involved in the attack lead by the Balor.  She felt fresh tears want to well up in her eyes as she read what Karl had sent her way specifically but she pushed it back, happy that he was worried about her even though they had only just met and all.  The fact that he knew who she was or how he knew it didn't register in her head to be a cause for alarm at all when it probably should have any other day.  Sending a reply back, she truthfully and gladly thanked him for his concern and would definitely keep him in mind if she ever saw him again, either in reality or back in Eden, telling him of her determination to figure out why Zachariah, Vergil, had died as he did after reading everything Karl suspected and had sent to everyone as he had.  She made it a point to file away the names listed in the Forward list, wanting to keep them readily available for any future treks across Eden as well as just in case she needed to talk to them in reality if Eden proved too dangerous.<br/><br/>After a quick shower and dressing in a black dress that hugged her slender, almost plain form like a glove, Alessa was ready just in time as the plane landed in Tokyo where a limo would take her to Melissa's apartment since according to her and the woman's agent, she was to shack up with the other idol until the concert in a couple days.  It was early, six in the morning at least, if not later, by the time she arrived, hover chair and her all but plain looking self being helped out of the car and up to the woman's home, hoping she'd been informed so she didn't feel like she was intruding.  Grasping the cross she wore around her neck, Alessa breathed in deeply and breathed out just as slowly, needing to calm her nerves, not just for the oncoming performance, but also because of everything she had endured in Eden.  Losing her home in New York wasn't bothering her beside the loss of her family pictures and other irreplaceable items of the same which had surely gone up in the fire vortex that had killed her best friend in both worlds, it was the fact that he had died at all that was truly bothering her.  She calmed herself though and managed to look at least presentable as she gently knocked on the girl's door.  "Excuse me, Ms. Artemis?  It's Alessa Silverstone."  Unaware there was to be a bodyguard for the woman showing up before too long, Alessa patiently waited for the girl to answer, hoping things would go over well.