Motive Open/Reaction
Ume knew something was wrong when she woke up the second time and her head felt as if it was on fire. Moving slowly to her legs, she stumbles, balance unfitting for a ballerina as she pressed a hand against the wall to be supported. A sudden rush of anxiety overcomes Ume, and she lets out a struggled gasp. The symptoms repeat in her head like a taunting chant, dread in her stomach as she realizes what’s happened.
Ume Aichi has been infected.
Fists tightening weakly, her cheek twitches, and usually her she would be angry. No, Instead, she felt a wave of sadness, melachony. She felt helpless, and lonely, and scared. Her lip trembles, then, she lets out a stressed cry.
“A…..Aa….” tears stream down her face as she hunches over, a sharp contrast to her usual confident stance. “W-W-What’s happenin’!?” she inquires, startled.
Even someone as perpetually distracted as Kaichi couldn’t help but notice a suddenly crying girl wobbling in place.
“Hey. You all right? Need some water’r anything?”

















