Closed starter for @hybrid-phantom
Though the others seemed buoyed up after dragging themselves back out from Mementos, Futaba lingered behind, scanning the control decks with a distinct frown on her face. While they had done what they came here to do, something still niggled at her in the back of her mind - that strange signal. It hadn't been a shadow - or at least, not a regular shadow. No, it was something else - something with a distinct, pulsing energy of which she could still feel the traces as her fingers skipped over the terminals now.
It felt like... somebody asking for help. Somebody who didn't know how.
Removing her mask, the small hacker was glad to feel solid ground beneath her feet, hesitating beside the ticket gates before shaking her head and chasing to catch up with the others.
Though she didn't have any evidence more concrete than a gut feeling, the redhead could hear a cry for help a mile away. She just had to figure out where it was coming from and why.
Time to check the forums, for starters.














