<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/79/02Barbera.jpg/432px-02Barbera.jpg)</div>Fairly dazed May leaned again the strange, pulsing wall next to her hoping to catch her breath. Rubbing her head. It was pounding almost as much as her heart. Something was very wrong here. One moment she and her employer had ducked into this strange door and the next....wait did that even happen? Also they seemed to be outside..but the door they left was on the 83rd floor.<br/><br/>Shaking her head May tried to clear the fog from her mind, hoping these dreamlike surreal surroundings would fade, but they didn't. Had she been drugged? No, she thought to herself. Remarking that she felt too lucid well... as lucid given her lack of sleep would allow. Remarking on how spot on that one scene in fight seemed to be May started trying to peice together how she got here.<br/><br/>She recalled her name, or at least the name gives out when asked: May Moone, where she grew up, unfortunately. Everything to be in place even that awful night with the cartel....things seemed only to get hazy around the break in to that mob run research lab that yakuza guy thought was holding his wife. It seemed straight forward enough. Give them the suitcase she may have...borrowed during the shootout and find him pull this job and she'd be under Yakuza protection.<br/><br/>No more sleepless nights and fearful glaces at the shadows or open doorways no more looking over her shoulder maybe even sponsored borrowing and parties on the Yakuza dime. Hell, she even got to see a real live Yakuza hangout. She wanted to see one, a shame they had so many guards and she had so little time. She was still so curious to see more...<br/><br/>The deal seemed even better once they got the building. The security was a joke. he back entrance had no cameras, access to a staircase that went straight to every floor...the only problem was a keycard lock. That was easy enough all she had to do was wait outside looking worried or frustrated and someone let her in after a few little winks and maybe a little service behind the dumpster. Oh he was a cutie and the a huge ...set of credentials. it's a shame her employer had to knock him out, but at she got a keycard to the research labs and a cool disguise. Shame it didn't fit, but if questioned she'll claim to be a paramour of someone important sounding.<br/><br/>After they got to the labs thats when her memory seemed to blank. She rembers lots of running maybe some shooting and her employer being really upset while they ran away, but the whole floor is just gone, like the entire incident was just torn out of her mind with a groan she starting lightly thumping her head against the unearthly colored walls "...this not how amnesia is supposed to work! I'm supposed to wake up in a hospital bed without all the bad stuff surrounded by cute guys!" she blurted out thoughtlessly.<br/><br/>Anyway, otome games letting me down realitywise aside, how are you doing, um..shinji was it? How are you holding up. Is your brain going all Swiss cheese too? Any idea where we are? It doesn't look right wherever it is. The colors are weird and bending, at odd angles<br/><br/><br/>It wasn't until she finally turned and addressed her employer that she noticed her clothes were gone aside from the shirt she borrowed and a crowbar in her hand...thats a little concerning. Well not she minded a little public nudity and all, but she tried to keep her exhibitionism down to places where she knew the cops were a little more understanding...