[ In the span of a blink, Ann suddenly finds herself... somewhere else, and she looks around, bewildered by the abrupt change. A living room she doesn't recognize, the smell of food cooking away and alcohol—a woman crying in another room. That alone gives everything a sense of wrongness, and she tenses up, a chill creeping down her spine. ]
Hey, where—
[ Next to her, Ryuji panics—and she feels her heart leap into her throat by proxy, thrumming wildly as an older man, his face oddly shadowed, enters the room and— ]
Stop! Hey! Stop it!
[ She screams, her voice breaking in distress, and throws herself at the man without thinking. But slamming into him does nothing—he doesn't budge a single inch, doesn't look at her, doesn't even react to her at all. The scene plays out before her as if she wasn't there at all: the man, his fists falling with ruthless brutality. His shouts. Ryuji, curled up on the floor.
Still, she tries to fight him, her hands shaking as she tries to shove him away, to do anything. ]
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Hey, where—
[ Next to her, Ryuji panics—and she feels her heart leap into her throat by proxy, thrumming wildly as an older man, his face oddly shadowed, enters the room and— ]
Stop! Hey! Stop it!
[ She screams, her voice breaking in distress, and throws herself at the man without thinking. But slamming into him does nothing—he doesn't budge a single inch, doesn't look at her, doesn't even react to her at all. The scene plays out before her as if she wasn't there at all: the man, his fists falling with ruthless brutality. His shouts. Ryuji, curled up on the floor.
Still, she tries to fight him, her hands shaking as she tries to shove him away, to do anything. ]