[ She makes a tight little noise of affirmation, willing her feet to work again. Against that thing leaning into the gate's bars, against the sickly blue light of Hanamura's card, she can feel an old panic swelling up from her chest to her throat —
The man lunges against the gate, shouting profusely at them, all yellowing teeth and a gnashing jaw. ]
Run, [ she manages, a harsh and inarguable sort of whisper. She's become quite good at running, mostly out of necessity. When Yosuke turns, she will too. ]
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The man lunges against the gate, shouting profusely at them, all yellowing teeth and a gnashing jaw. ]
Run, [ she manages, a harsh and inarguable sort of whisper. She's become quite good at running, mostly out of necessity. When Yosuke turns, she will too. ]