Yumiko stood outside of the Vizard warehouse. She had sensed the spiritual energy of some of her former Shinigami, including, to her shock and minor horror, her former captain. She hadn’t seen them yet, but she could recognize his spiritual energy anywhere. She shuddered slightly and continued staring at the warehouse. She didn’t know if she wanted to go in, but she also desperately wanted too. The idea of finding more people like herself was delicious, and insanely frightening. It meant she wasn’t an exception, that more people had her problem and instability, and that scared her more then almost anything else.
She flicked a strand of her bright red hair over her shoulder, and crossed her arms to try and warm her more. She had on a pair of BDUs and a loose halter with a faux fur lined coat. The coat was warm, but the air was chilly enough that she still noticed the cold. “I shouldn’t have worn flip flops,” she murmured as she stared at the warehouse, hoping someone would come out or go in, and make her choice easier.
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