[ Still avoiding anyone's touch, Vanessa steps around the glass with ease, her small frame having little trouble weaving through any crowd to go towards the door. She moves as if she's being guided by someone else's hand instead; someone only she can see.
The smell of Yancai hits different once outside, and there she stops to squint out at the darkness. It's familiar, but...off just enough that the pain stabs through her skull again, and Vanessa grits her teeth through it this time. ]
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The smell of Yancai hits different once outside, and there she stops to squint out at the darkness. It's familiar, but...off just enough that the pain stabs through her skull again, and Vanessa grits her teeth through it this time. ]
No. Where is he?