#despairfest

[r-enascentis-blog]

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ: ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ,              ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ,                              ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.

ᴅᴇsᴘᴀɪʀғᴇsᴛ

One minute she was innocently staring at a school from the outside, the next she was in. What the hell was going on here?! The windows, and doors were bolted, there seemed to be no way to escape. Might as well check it out though.

Making her way up and down the halls, Selene found it awfully hard to pronounce the names that read on the door. However, stumbling upon one door she stopped. The name was interesting like the rest, but it just caught her eyes more than the rest. 

"Osh..iro." She dragged her finger under the name, "Ryo.." Putting it together, she paused. "Oshiro Ryo."

[mysterism]

　ɪғ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, 　　　　ryo oshiro, leon kuwata, kiyotaka ishimaru, makoto naegi have followed you. 　　　　　　　ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴇᴅ.

[If one were to look closely enough, a hint of disquiet was evident on the normally-collected detective from the sight of two of her late classmates. ...Rather, her formerly-late classmates. Hn, whatever. Soon enough did she regain her composure, arms folded promptly against her chest as she offers the crowd nothing more than a couple of words.]

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