[ ayaka can feel eyes on her, and she's immediately on edge about it. she freezes up, trying to keep her anxiety from being too obvious... but clearly failing at it, from the way that her chest is quickly rising and falling with each breath. ]
I'm trying to find an exit. Or somewhere to hide. [ she chuckles, bitter and self-derisive. ] I don't care which.
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I'm trying to find an exit. Or somewhere to hide. [ she chuckles, bitter and self-derisive. ] I don't care which.