Whatever, man, at least she can close the door. Junko leans against it and takes a deep breathe. There's a weird sense of relief that comes with having a bit of space, though she can't hope to avoid his scent. Why was she here? What the hell had been in that box? Why couldn't she remember where her cell phone was?]
What the fuck is even going on.
[But it was fine, right? She could just leave. Even if it meant leaving behind her money and her cards and ID, she could just get out and find a phone and call her dad or Yamato or her mom to get her. So where had the door been? Could she get to it without drawing his attention? There was no telling until she tried, and even though she couldn't think of a justification for her fear and anxiety, Ada has always told her to trust her instincts.
So after breathing some more Junko tried to slowly turn the knob, and leave. Her body wasn't reliable right now but if she got outside, that'd be enough.]
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Whatever, man, at least she can close the door. Junko leans against it and takes a deep breathe. There's a weird sense of relief that comes with having a bit of space, though she can't hope to avoid his scent. Why was she here? What the hell had been in that box? Why couldn't she remember where her cell phone was?]
What the fuck is even going on.
[But it was fine, right? She could just leave. Even if it meant leaving behind her money and her cards and ID, she could just get out and find a phone and call her dad or Yamato or her mom to get her. So where had the door been? Could she get to it without drawing his attention? There was no telling until she tried, and even though she couldn't think of a justification for her fear and anxiety, Ada has always told her to trust her instincts.
So after breathing some more Junko tried to slowly turn the knob, and leave. Her body wasn't reliable right now but if she got outside, that'd be enough.]