9:02 AM, Day 1
Near Main Building, Hotel Mirai
"Tell me to go put on some clothes...who does she think she is?" Akane murmured to herself, rolling her eyes as a scowl tugged at her lips. "Fucking prude."
Honestly, she didn't see why that Kaede girl had made such a big deal of all of this. Hell, she'd been so focused on her boobs that she'd barely asked her anything about all this. She assumed that Kaede and her boy-toys were just as lost as she was, looking to figure out where they were. But after her tits were exposed, any more questions were just thrown out the window.
Man, the people in Japan could be such fucking prudes sometimes. Not at all like the people she knew back in Roanapur.
Of course, she didn't know much herself, to be fair. Akane had no idea how she'd ended up here. But, well, she wasn't too bothered. She'd woken up with her clothes on in one of those funny cabins, and her body hadn't been tied up or abused or anything. That definitely meant she wasn't back in Roanapur, which was all the reassurance she needed. Wherever she was now, it was definitely better than her home city.
At any rate, Akane walked back over to the hotel, now wearing clothes. She looked around briefly, noticing that Kaede and the other two were gone. For that, she was quite thankful. The question was now, though, was: what should she do next?
She mulled over her options, wondering if she should maybe explore outside the hotel grounds...when the wafting scent of food caught her nose. She sniffed at the air, her keen sense of smell able to track the scent to its source. Someone up in the second story of the hotel was cooking food.
"Well, that settles that then!" Akane declared, making her way over to the set of outside stairs. She climbed up them, and from there stepped inside.
What greeted Akane was an opulent looking dining room, filled to the brim with tables, chairs, and all sorts of other equipment one would need for a restaurant. Along the left wall sat an open door, which seemed to lead into a well stocked kitchen. However, the sight of two other people in the restaurant, one of them apparently serving food to the other, also caught her attention.
One of them was a short and overweight guy with darkly tanned skin, similar to her own. He wore a chef's outfit, with a red apron tied around his waist, and a red scarf around his neck. Most notably, his dark- brown hair was styled into a frankly ridiculous looking, left-leaning pompadour, too. Though to be fair, it wasn't nearly as ridiculous as that Mondo guy's was.
The other was a boy with cream-colored hair and almost sickly pale skin. He was dressed in a dark-green hoodie that frayed at the edges, and beneath that wore a white t-shirt with some sort of red design on it, and black jeans. He sat at one of the tables, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets while the short chef served him food.
"I have one question: got any more where that came from, chef?" Akane immediately required, fixating her stare on him in particular. Her lips quirked into a toothy grin, as she eyed the other boy's food with some envy. "'Cause I'm starving right now. I'd do anything for a fucking good meal!"
"Anything, you say?" he replied, eyeing her with keen interest. His gaze seemed to linger on her barely contained breasts, which...well, didn't surprise Akane. Her boobs were pretty big, and the white shirt she wore showed off a lot of cleavage.
"Well, we can talk about that later, mon cheri," the boy continued on, his voice surprisingly smooth and suave. "I most certainly can whip up some food for you! And I knew my cooking would attract more people here! Didn't I say so, Nagito?"
"You certainly did," the other boy, now identified as Nagito, confirmed. He brought out one hand to grab a fork, and start eating the food placed before him. "I expected nothing less from the Ultimate Chef!"
"Ultimate Chef, huh?" Akane regarded the still unnamed boy anew, her appraisal of him going up even more. "Color me impressed. If your food is half as good as your title implies, I might just have to snatch you up before someone else beats me to the punch."
"Oh ho! Well, don't make promises you can't keep, mon cheri," he said, smirking widely at her. A second later he brought out a comb and ran it through his hair, all the while his eyes studied her body. "Ah, and where are my manners? I am Teruteru Hanamura, the Ultimate Chef! Er, well, I suppose my official title is Ultimate Cook...but, I prefer Ultimate Chef, ya dig? Anyway, just give ole Teruteru a couple minutes, and I'm sure I can fix up something befitting a beauty such as yourself!"
That said, Teruteru gave her a little wink, and retreated back to the kitchen. That left her alone with just this Nagito guy, whom she regarded with a curious look.
"Please, you're welcome to have a seat if you want," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite him. "You're more than welcome to take my food too, if you also want! I'm really not all that hungry, and I'm sure a meal from the Ultimate Chef would be of more use to a fellow Ultimate such as yourself."
Akane raised an eyebrow at that, but shrugged a moment later, taking the chair across from Nagito. She grabbed a fork and knife, and reached over to carve out a portion of his meal for herself. "Eh, I'm not turning down free food. But you're welcome to share with me, Nagito. So, you know I'm an Ultimate, huh?"
"Of course! I did extensive research on all my future classmates after getting my acceptance letter from Hope's Peak," Nagito confirmed, a sort of sheepish smile on his face. "But, really, my talent pales in comparison to yours. I mean, you're Akane Owari, the Ultimate Gymnast! Meanwhile, I'm just the Ultimate Lucky Student. I mean, what sort of talent is that, really?"
Nagito chuckled a little as he put himself down, bringing out a hand to comb over his hair. Akane wasn't quite sure what to say in the face of such self-loathing, and ended up saying nothing at all when she noticed Nagito's other hand.
The gleam of metal caught her eye, and she fully observed his now visible left hand. She couldn't help but let out a little gasp, eyes widening as she took in the metal prosthetic where his left hand should be.
Nagito of course followed her gaze, his smile widening for some reason as she stared. He flexed his metal fingers in response, allowing her to gaze at his robotic hand for a moment longer before he spoke once more.
"I know, I know, what kind of Lucky Student has their hand amputated? It really is an unlucky tale...though I suppose it was rather lucky that I was given this prosthetic for free. In the end, I suppose it all balances out," he proclaimed.
After a moment Akane leaned back in her chair, giving a soft whistle as she observed the boy's artificial limb. "Hot damn! Gotta say, that makes me real curious. How'd you even lose your hand in the first place, huh?"
Nagito chuckled some more, opening his mouth to speak—
"I'm going to need your clothes, please."
Akane blinked, half-wondering if Teruteru had returned, before she realized that a different voice from his own, and Nagito's, had said that. She turned her gaze to the source of the voice, only just now noticing that a naked woman had crept up besides their table.
Wait, what?
Akane blinked again, before confirming that yes, there was in fact a naked woman right besides her. She had dark hair, and freckles that spread across her cheeks. And other areas of her body, it seemed, as Akane took in her full naked form. Her breasts were a respectable size, though smaller compared to her own, and she didn't seem to have a single hair on her entire body, outside of her head. In fact...she couldn't see much of anything, aside from smooth, milky-white skin. No bruises, no scars...aside from the freckles on her face and shoulders, and some sort of tattoo on the back of her hand, the girl's entire body was devoid of any blemishes.
For some reason, a foreboding sense of danger flared through Akane's body as she noticed that. Something about that this girl was just off to her, but she wasn't sure why.
Well, aside from her being naked and all.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she finally asked, staring at the naked teen in a mixture of bafflement and caution. Idly, she wondered if this was what that Kaede girl had felt like when she'd talked with her earlier.
"Your clothes. I'm going to need them, please." the naked woman repeated, gesturing to her outfit. "You can hand them to me yourself, or I can take them from you. Your choice."
At that, Akane couldn't help but let out a snort. She smiled dismissively at the naked chick, rolling her eyes. Who did this girl think she was, the T-1000? "Heh, fat chance of that sweet cheeks. You'll have to pry my clothes from my cold, dead—!"
The stranger's fist flew by so fast, that Akane almost didn't see it coming. It was only thanks to years of training, and instincts carved out from living out on the streets of Roanapur, that let her catch the movement. As it was, Akane barely had time to rear back and raise a hand to block the strike: and the force of the blow nearly shattered the bones in her hand, and caused her to fly backwards end over end, as she was sent tumbling to the floor.
"Son of a bitch!" she swore, wincing in pain as she shook her hand. Goddamn, she packed a punch! Where the hell had she learned to fight like that?!
Before she could dwell on the matter further, however, the mystery girl was upon her once more. Akane barely had time to scramble to her feet, just missing a kick aimed at her head. She immediately put some distance between her and her attacker, hoping to get some time to figure out her next move.
She was given hardly any time, however, as the mystery girl rushed at her like a freight train. Her body moved impossibly fast, and it took everything Akane had to avoid another punch. Fuck, this chick was fast! Faster than her, almost. She had to end this, quick, before the girl threw a punch she couldn't dodge or catch.
"Oh fuck you!" Akane roared, her teeth bared in an open-mouthed snarl. She rushed in close, swinging low to gut-punch her.
She dodged it, as she thought she would, which just left her open to the kick she was now aiming at her! To Akane's satisfaction, her blow made contact, and she swept her opponent off her feet! The naked girl barely had time for an exclamation of surprise, before she tumbled to the ground, landing spread-eagled on the floor.
"Now what in sam hell is goin' on here?!" Teruteru's voice thundered, as the kitchen door flew open. He strode into the room, a frying pan in hand as he gestured over to Akane. "Who's picking a fight in my—?!"
He cut himself short, however, upon seeing the girl on the floor, her body just happening to be positioned right in front of the kitchen door. He froze, doing a double-take as he stared at the naked girl before him. Then, without warning, a stream of blood shot forth from his nose, splattering against himself, the furniture, and the walls. After that, Teruteru collapsed to the floor, a happy smile on his face as he seemed to faint.
Akane wrinkled her nose as a bit of Teruteru's nosebleed got on her skirt. She quickly tried to wipe it off, before she suddenly froze, realizing her mistake. By the time she got her eyes back on her attacker, she was already in the air, launching a flying kick straight at her head that Akane couldn't avoid. The force of the hit slammed her into the wall, and seconds after impact, she blacked out.
Rather abruptly, Akane found herself stirring back into consciousness. She bolted upright, a sharp hiss escaping her lips as she felt her head throb in pain. She clutched the side of her head, groaning as another jab of pain flashed through her skull. At the same time, she could feel a trickle of blood trail down the side of her head.
Ugh, she was going to kill that bitch!
"Akane? You're here too?" she heard a nearby voice question.
Akane paused, feeling the ache in her head subside a little as she tried to take in her surroundings. The place looked trashed, which wasn't surprising, given the fight she'd just had. She couldn't see Nagito anywhere, but Teruteru seemed conscious now, being tended to by that emo looking boy and a new blue haired chick. And Kaede was making her way over to her, having just now seen her among the upturned tables.
"Are you all right? Do you need—oh my god, why are you still naked?!" Kaede suddenly yelped, her face flushing crimson as she stared over at her.
Akane blinked, and looked down at herself. Sure enough, she was naked. Her clothes were completely gone, leaving her body completely nude.
"...That fuckin' bitch! She actually stole my clothes!" Akane thundered, a darkened scowl flashing across her face. She felt her blood start to boil, and an uncontrollable sense of rage swelled within her.
"Oh, she is so dead!" she declared, before jumping to her feet.
She heard Kaede speak behind her, but Akane was too focused on her unyielding rage to listen. Instead, she raced out of the restaurant and leapt over the outside staircase, landing on her feet effortlessly.
From there, she sped through the grounds of the hotel, intently looking for any sign of that black haired bitch. And when she couldn't find any signs of her at the hotel, Akane opened up the gates to take a look outside. She did spot someone, but they weren't who she was looking for. Stood before Akane, about to open the gate themselves, were two other people.
One was a tall boy with green eyes and green hair...and quite frankly, he had a whole pretty boy look going on. He wore a dark-blue striped sweater, with baggy, light-brown pants and slip-on shoes. His sweater also had some sort of symbol on it, but Akane didn't recognize it. On his wrists he wore one silver bracelet on his right arm, and a larger bracelet on his left that seemed to wrap around his forearm several times. He also had on several different rings, and his ears had multiple piercings in them. And over his sweater, he had a necklace with a crystal pendulum that shook as he walked along.
Besides him was a short young girl with light brown hair with hazel eyes. She wore what looked like a winter school uniform, composed of a long-sleeved dark green jacket, a white undershirt, a mid-thigh brown skirt, black knee-high socks, and light brown shoes. Whoever she was, Akane also had to admit that she was pretty cute: she just screamed 'innocent little maiden', and that was exactly the kind of girl Akane loved to corrupt.
However, of the two, the green haired boy caught her attention most: and that was because Akane knew him.
"Rantaro Amami. Tch, never thought I'd see you again," Akane declared, crossing her arms as she eyed the boy.
"Akane Owari. My, I never thought I'd run into you here. It's been a long time since Roanapur, hasn't it?" he replied evenly, staring at her in turn.
"Wh-why aren't you wearing any clothes?!" the girl beside him shrieked, covering up her eyes in embarrassment as her face turned an interesting shade of red.
Akane blinked, before staring down at her body. "Oh, yeah. Gotta fix that."
9:17 AM, Day 1
Front Gate, Hotel Mirai
One quick trip back to her cabin and Akane was dressed again. Being clothed again didn't dissuade her unyielding rage toward the bitch who had stolen her clothes, but she'd have to deal with that later. She'd track her down, for sure, because she was not gonna get away with that shit.
Right now, however, Akane had other things to worry about. Like how to deal with the ghost of her past that she was pretty sure was supposed to be dead.
"All right, fine, now I'm dressed," Akane announced, scowling a little as she returned to where she'd left Rantaro and his companion. "Now are you gonna tell me how the hell you're here right now? Last I recall, you were cornered by Hotel Moscow! There's no fucking way you could have escaped that alive!"
In reply, Rantaro just shrugged at her, infuriatingly calm and composed. "Well, they don't call me the Ultimate Survivor for nothing. Besides, I managed to talk my way into Balalaika's good graces, even helped her weed out a traitor in her midst. After that, I was able to score a free ticket out of Roanapur. I see you managed to get out, too. Did your brothers and sisters get out with you?"
"That's none of your fucking business, got it?" Akane growled out, scowling fiercely at him as she crossed her arms.
"Um, I take it you two...know each other?" the small girl at Rantaro's side chimed in.
Akane blinked, glancing over at her again. Huh, she'd forgotten the shrimp was even there. Seeing her reminded Akane of her current circumstances though, and how she ought to be focusing on more important things, like tracking down that clothes-stealing bitch. Oh, and finding out why she was here, too. Though that wasn't as important to her, at the moment.
"You could say that. Akane and I met a few years back when she still lived in Roanapur," Rantaro confirmed, gesturing over to her. "Chihiro, let me introduce Akane Owari, apparently an Ultimate herself, if I had to guess. Akane, this is Chihiro Fujisaki, the Ultimate Programmer."
"R-Right. It's nice to meet you, Akane," Chihiro stuttered out, blushing a little as she nodded at her.
Despite her...mixed feelings about Rantaro and her current situation, Akane couldn't help but develop a slight smirk. Chihiro was getting more and more tempting the more she heard about the girl. So sweet and demure...it really made her wanna know what her voice would sound like while she was having her way with her.
"Nice meetin' ya," Akane replied at length, giving Chihiro a slight wave. "Anyway, it's been...nice seeing you again Rantaro, but I really, really gotta go. I gotta go find the bitch who stole my clothes and get some nice, sweet revenge. See ya."
That said, Akane moved to slip by them and out of the hotel complex. Rantaro stopped her short though, holding an arm out to block her path.
"Before you go, you should know we're trying to gather everyone over to the central island. There's a ferry not far from here, so you should head that way when you're ready to meet everyone else. Hell, who knows, maybe the girl you're searching for is already headed that way," he dutifully informed her.
Akane cocked her head at that, nodding after a moment. "Yeah, all right, I'll keep that in mind. Now will you let me out, or will I have to break your arm?"
He moved the offending limb out of her way, and Akane slid past him and through the gate, exiting the complex. She—
Wait, central island? What? Did that mean they were on an island?! The fuck?!
…
Fuck it, she had more important things to worry about. She could deal with the implications of that later.
That thought in mind, Akane strode away from the hotel, breaking out into a sprint as she raced away from it. That bitch had a pretty big lead on her, but that wasn't gonna stop her from tracking her down, beating the shit out of her, and taking her goddamn clothes back.
No one messed with Akane Owari, and got away with it!
After a good deal of running, an airport gradually came into sight. Akane slowed down, heading towards it until she burst through the doors of the main lobby area. Alas, there was no one in sight when she looked around. Well, not strictly no one. Looking down, she noticed the unconscious form of a large, morbidly obese man who wore a school uniform of some sort. She immediately dismissed him from her mind, though, since he wasn't what she was looking for.
She looked outside for a brief minute, though there was nothing to see really. There was only one plane on the tarmac, and checking through the windows of the plane showed that her target wasn't inside. Disappointed, she made her way back into the lobby, which was just when the fat man started to wake up.
"Ooh, my head..." he groaned, slowly sitting up. He rubbed at his head, his stubby fingers brushing against the absurd point his hair converged to at the top. "What happened...?"
"Beats me," Akane replied, shrugging. "Hey, you see a dark haired chick run by here? Muscular build, freckles, wearing the same clothes as me?"
The unknown teenager blinked at her word, scratching the side of his head as his eyes scrunched up in concentration. "I don't...think so?"
Well, he was utterly useless.
Akane left him on his own after that, not bothering to stick around and question him further. She made her way out of the airport, and ran back down to the road, following the path once more.
It took another few minutes of travel, but another building popped up in the distance: some sort of store labeled 'Rocketpunch Market', according to the sign. She made her way over there, and thoroughly checked inside, but once more she came up empty. No one was around, which pissed her off to no end.
It wasn't a wasted search, though. The market just so happened to have her favorite snacks in stock, so Akane didn't waste any time snatching them up and scarfing them down. The food helped to mollify her raging emotions and made her feel better, so that was good if nothing else.
After that, she left the store and continued her search for the third time. This time, her quest for vengeance brought her to a farm, of all places.
The farm itself consisted of five main structures: a barn, a chicken coop, a silo, a windmill, and a regular looking house, presumably for the farmers themselves. The farmland itself seemed to be divided between two main areas: a grazing field for the animals to enjoy—and Akane could count at least two types of animals that were out there already, cows and chickens—and a planting field were a steady stock of crops were already growing.
She took a moment to admire it all, taking in the view, before she got to work. A cursory search of the farmland showed there weren't any humans out there. The barn turned up nothing either. That just left the house, which she soon entered—
—And smacked right into something. She gave a yelp, flailing backward. Akane managed to keep her balance, thankfully, but the person she had collided with wasn't so lucky.
A girl with long, choppy purple hair landed sharply on the floor, mewling out in a mixture of pain and embarrassment. She seemed to be dressed in a nurse's outfit, which consisted of a pink short-sleeved shirt, white apron with some red lettering on it, and a short blue pleated skirt beneath that apron. Though the thing about her that really caught Akane's attention was the fact that she had landed spreadeagled on the floor, flashing her panties for anyone to see.
Akane wasn't gonna lie—she spent a good few seconds checking out those exposed panties.
After that, though she turned her attention to the mystery girl. Though before she could question her, or help her up, the girl spoke first.
"Wah! I-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to bump into you! Ooh, that was so stupid of me! I'm sorry!" the fallen girl tearfully apologized, flailing somewhat on the floor. And still flashing her panties at her.
Akane stared down at her for a moment, baffled by her, before she reached down to help the apologetic girl up. Once she was on her own two feet, she spoke quickly to the teary-eyed woman.
"Hey now, don't cry. It's all gonna be okay," she proclaimed, falling back a bit on her past experience. She'd comforted her siblings quite a lot over the years, and in an odd way, this girl reminded her a lot of them. "What's your name? I'm Akane Owari, the Ultimate Gymnast."
She paused in her sniffling at that, wiped away at her tears with her hands. One of which, Akane noted, seemed to be bandaged all the way up to her elbow. "Oh, um, I-I'm Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse. Um, I-I really hope we can get along! Oh, and, um, i-if you don't mind me asking...d-do you know why I'm here?"
Well, seemed she was just as in the dark as everyone else Akane had met so far. Before she could say anything though, another voice chimed in.
"Yo, Mikan! Your dumb ass find someone else?" came the sudden loud, brash voice from behind the girl in question.
Akane peered past her, to see a girl with blonde hair and goggles plastered on top of her head marching toward them. She was wearing a modified, pink sailor uniform with black heeled boots. She also wore a black choker, a pair of black studded, fingerless gloves, and for some reason had black straps with gold rings that were attached to her socks and, presumably, to her underwear beneath her uniform. And most striking of all was how exposed her collar was, leaving a lot of cleavage exposed.
Once again, Akane couldn't help but stare at that. Damn it all, she was pretty sure the blonde had bigger tits than her too!
"...Hey. I'm Akane. I don't suppose either of you—!" she started to say, but was cut off.
"Yeah yeah, like I give two fucks about who you are," the mystery girl rudely interrupted, crossing her arms as a haughty smirk stretched across her lips. "Besides, I heard it all already. You're the Ultimate Cheerleader or some shit, yeah?"
Akane felt her eye twitch ever so slightly. At the same time, the urge to deck this chick, instead of fucking her, started to rise within her.
"Anyway, doesn't matter. What's more important is who I am!" she went on, pointing at herself proudly. "I am the gorgeous young hottie, Miu Iruma! You're welcome to stare as long as you want! Maybe if you beg, I'll even let you take a quick peek at the goods! Ahaha!"
She tilted her head back and crowed at that, a wide grin on her face as she laughed. Akane, for her part, merely stared at Miu with a blank face. The more this blonde bitch spoke, the less she was liking her. Sure, she was hot, but her attitude was really rubbing her the wrong way.
"And what's your talent, huh? I didn't hear you mention that," Akane challenged, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.
Miu cut her laugh short at those words and reeled back a little. She grimaced, bringing a hand to her head as she massaged her temples. She didn't say anything for a good moment, but after some awkward silence finally ground out an answer.
"...I don't 'member, okay?! Ugh, my head is killing me. I musta hit it hard or some shit. B-But, I'm sure I'll remember if I think hard enough about it!" she exclaimed, once more returning to her prideful stance as she grinned.
"B-But, like I've b-been saying, if you're suffering from amnesia, it could be a s-symptom of a wider issue!" Mikan interjected, wringing her hands with worry as she examined Miu. "Th-That's why we should try and find a hospital, so we can get you—!"
"Fuck that! I don't need no stinkin' hospital! And fuck you for even saying I do!" Miu rejected that notion harshly, scowling at Mikan as she flipped her off.
Mikan shrunk back at her aggression and scrambled to issue another series of apologies, bowing and scraping all the while. Akane, however, wasn't going to let it stand.
"Oh I have had it up to here with you, ya blonde bitch! Talk to Mikan, or me, like that again, and I will shove my foot up your two-dollar ass!" she threatened, eyes narrowing at Miu as she glared at her.
Quite unexpectedly, Miu jerked back and seemed to shrink in on herself all at once. And as she spoke, her words seemed a lot more timid and uncertain than they were before. "H-Hey! What's the big idea? Wh-why are you yellin' at me...?"
….What the fuck?
Akane stared at Miu, perplexed by her sudden shift in attitude. Her mouth hung open as she tried to think of a way to respond to that abrupt shift in tone, though words were failing her at the moment.
What, was she just all bark and no bite? If that was the case, then she was more pitiable than someone worth her ire.
After a pregnant pause, she decided to move past the issue, focusing her attention back on Mikan.
"So, like I was saying, have either of you seen a black-haired bitch running around? She'd be wearing the same clothes as me," she said.
"H-Hey! Don't ignore me like that!" Miu, her face more flustered and pink now, demanded as she waved her arms.
"N-No, sorry. B-Before you came, Miu was the only other person I'd seen. I woke up in here a little while ago, but, um, I haven't really seen anyone besides Miu," Mikan confessed, still wringing her hands as her body trembled a little.
Meanwhile, Miu squealed behind her and trembled as well, though her own shaking seemed to have it's own, more unique cause. Akane spared her a glance, her bafflement only increasing. Good God, she wasn't just a coward with no backbone, but a masochist too? Jeez, what was up with that chick?
At any rate, she was wasting her time here. Her assailant definitely wasn't here, so she'd best continue her search elsewhere.
"Um, b-by the way..." Mikan spoke up all of a sudden, drawing her attention. "I-I was wondering. Are you...and M-Miu related? I-I mean, y-you both sound a lot alike, a-and I was just wondering..."
"We do?" she and Miu said in unison. Akane paused, taking stock of her one more time, as Miu did much the same. Then they both shook their heads.
"Nah, I don't hear it at all."
"Of fucking course, I'm not related to that walking silicon implant! Are you that much of an idiot, Mikan?!"
The resulting smack Akane gave Miu over the back of her head was rather satisfying, she had to admit. Miu just whimpered and crouched down, clutching her head, but she chose to ignore her after that.
With that settled, Akane turned to head away, though she briefly mentioned meeting Rantaro and how others were meeting up on the central island, for whatever good that knowledge might do them. After that, Akane made her way out of the farmhouse, and back to the road proper.
She walked further down along the road, leaving the farmland behind. A good while passed in silence until she came upon what looked to be a dock in the distance. So, was that where Rantaro and his little girlfriend had come from? Seemed likely.
Well, she'd searched practically everywhere on this damn island. Perhaps now was the time to get on board a ferry, and begin her search on the central island…
You might be saying, hey, isn't Akane OOC here? For her Canon persona, you'd be right. But this version of Akane takes more influence from the backstory we see in her Hope Fragments. Which, quite frankly, we get very little hint of in the actual story. Akane has this real interesting backstory, but almost none of it is reflected in her as a main character, or in the story itself. So expect a different characterization for her here.