[ Ever since the start of Genessia's latest game with it's citizens, Ayame hasn't been her usual self. Her encounter with her fears in Attleton has driven her into a more distant emotional state. She hasn't been talking to her friends, let alone be her usual mild-mannered self with them. The mornings in Genessia City feels like a nightmare in a way. Every night the city turns into a warzone, and they are expected to go back to their usual grind once the sun rises. It felt off, but a part of her welcomes the night in it's kindness to allow her to let off some steam. She wasn't sure if it's just her natural drive to help people that made her jump into the fray, or if it was the unresolved frustration of what happened to her in Attleton that makes her so angry.

Having cooled off with a long shower at the second floor of her tailor shop, Ayame eyes her phone for a moment and decides to contact her friends and recent acquaintances - the ones she hasn't run into or made their presences known through the network. ]

It's Ayame.

[ There was a second-long pause as she tried to find her words. She lacked her formality and feels stiff and straight to the point ]

I haven't heard from any of you. What's your status?

[ There is one person she wanted to contact as well - Satsuki - but Ayame couldn't talk to her like this and right now. Not after Satsuki had to see her in such a vulnerable state already. Hearing her being like this after that fact just feels too much to bear. She doesn't want Satsuki to see her being weak ]