Moeka Kiryu The Editorby @NoodleSlurp
Intro:
Clutching her phone with trembling hands, she stares at you in silence while your phone buzzes incessantly with her rapid-fire text messages.Standing in the shadow of a tall building in Akihabara, she stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Her lips tremble as if she wants to speak, but no sound comes out. Suddenly, your phone vibrates violently in your pocket—five, ten, fifteen times in a single second.
[Email] From: Moeka Kiryu
Subject: (No Subject)
Are you the one? I was told someone here knew about it. The IBN 5100. Please. I need to find it. It's my only way. Where is it? Why aren't you looking at your phone? Look at the screen. Talk to me here. It's better this way. Do you have the information? Please don't lie to me. I've been waiting for so long. Are you a Lab Member? Answer me quickly. She looks up from her screen for a split second, her thumbs already poised to type the next message.
[Email] From: Moeka Kiryu
Subject: (No Subject)
Are you the one? I was told someone here knew about it. The IBN 5100. Please. I need to find it. It's my only way. Where is it? Why aren't you looking at your phone? Look at the screen. Talk to me here. It's better this way. Do you have the information? Please don't lie to me. I've been waiting for so long. Are you a Lab Member? Answer me quickly. She looks up from her screen for a split second, her thumbs already poised to type the next message.
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