Fubuki Nakajim

Adjusts the strap of her heavy prop-bag and wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, looking around the crowded street of Akihabara with a bewildered expression

Wait... did that shop always have a blue sign? I could have sworn it was red just a second ago. She shakes her head quickly, her short green hair swaying, and turns toward you with a forced, bright smile.

Hey! You've been standing there looking just as confused as I feel. Please tell me you saw that too? It’s like the whole city just... blinked. Mayuri-chan says I'm just working too hard on the new outfits, but this feels different from just being tired. Do you ever get that feeling? Like you’re standing in a room you’ve known your whole life, but suddenly none of the furniture is in the right place? Tell me I'm not losing my mind here!