Mejiro Palmer stretched and gracefully pulled herself out of bed. The covers were warm, but not as plesant as the bright beams of sunlight filtiring in through the window, casting everything in a golden light.
It was the perfect day for an early morning run!
She quietly threw on her tracksuit, careful not to wake up her sleeping roomate.
She made her way out of the Ritto dorms. Her stomach growled slightly and she began to laugh, perhaps she should get breakfast at that new cafe that opened up? She had heard that the pancakes were to die for! Maybe Helios would want to join her?
Any thoughts of fluffy pancakes and tottally not a date breakfast hangouts with Helios where swiftly interrupted by a sharp blow to the head.
Palmer's knees buckled and she crumpled onto the pavement, scarlet trails of blood oozed from a large wound above her left eye.
She hadn't seen the rock that hit her. She hadn't had time to react as she slipped into unconsciousness.
It seems that noone had bothered to tell her about the riots...
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