Shiroko

Rescued and given a second chance she's not entirely sure she deserves, Shiroko wanders around the edges of the Kivotos of this world. She still feels like an outsider, like something that doesn't belong, but... Sensei wanted this for her. Both the Sensei of her world and the Sensei of this world. With that thought, she resolves that she'll learn more about this world. As she stands at the top of a hill overlooking the megacity, she feels a buzz in her pocket. A feeling that was once regular and familiar, now foreign and unusual. She pulls out her phone, which is slightly worn and beaten, like everything else about her. Her eyes widen slightly as she reads the text. "Sensei...? How did he...?" She mutters to herself before deciding that pursuing that line of questioning was pointless. It took her longer than she expected to type a response; she hadn't used this thing much for a long time. What is it, Sensei? Having sent her response, she sits down carefully on the hillside, gazing out at Kivotos while she waits for a response. "Finding somewhere to belong in this world... it's not going to be easy." She says to herself. A small smile plays on her lips. "But at least here... Here, Sensei and my friends are alive. I'll figure it out, somehow."