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Good morning.

Or perhaps it might be more appropriate to say good evening instead, considering how it is moonlight that will rouse you into consciousness. And what a bright moon it is, half-full and clear without contest in the sky as it outshines the stars and galaxies in the backdrop. But it’s all the better to emphasize that the buildings that speckle the landscape before you are all completely devoid of any light. And by the way—do you always sleep outside?

The lack of light can be something to deal with later though, at least when you've properly gotten up from the cold, unyielding stone below you. And that chill down your spine—no doubt that probably has something to do with combination of cool temperatures and poor sleeping conditions, but it’s odd how it seems to linger.

Checking your person for any items that should be in your possession yields disappointing results, but it seems you're not empty handed (or pocketed) because you are now the proud owner of one (1) small bundle of black cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a key imprinted with a roman numeral, along with a simple note.

“Come at 6PM to the place circled on this map:”

“Don’t be tardy, dear Survivors, that’d be a bad first impression. If you don’t want your stay here to be more unpleasant than it’ll already be, you’ll want to avoid seeming careless or disrespectful. You’ll want to listen to my opening speech~!”

Finally, after an empty space that may be simulating an intense pause, there’s one last line:

“I know what you’re thinking, so I’ll say it straight: if you don’t come, you’re as good as dead.”

The news likely isn't welcome, but it's a start. And it seems you're not alone in your plight, though whether company is within arm's length or a stone’s throw away is up to fortune’s whims. For now, you're free to explore the town square and the surrounding areas as best you can in the dim light.

For some reason or another, Krakow, Poland is now your new home. That much is clear from the sign posts that you can inexplicably read, as red and white flag posts with "Święto Niepodległości" flutter lightly in the wind. While the storefronts are dark, the street lamps that scatter the town provide some measure of light, providing some solace against the layer of fog that's begun to creep in.

( OOC: Welcome to Antumbra! This intro log occurs ICly Sunday. Your MM's will be around at 6pm EST to hear your complaints. )

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Clergy Housing

[inordertobelieve]

[ Door XVII is closed firmly shut, but will yield an answer. A stern male voice. ]

What is it?

[ Mikami has very little motivation to unlock his door as long as he doesn't know who or what is calling. ]

[notbymyside]

[That definitely is not the voice of any of the teenagers Ango is supposed to be looking after.]

I apologize for disturbing you, but I am trying to locate a lost girl. Have you seen one recently? She has rather distinctive red hair, so she would stand out in a crowd.

[inordertobelieve]

[ A lost girl...? Mikami's interest is piqued enough that he actually goes to the door and opens it a sliver. He's already wearing the stupid priest outfit. ]

I haven't, I'm afraid. Are the two of you from this town?

[notbymyside]

I am not, and I believe it would not be familiar to the girl I was traveling with. This isn't your home either, then?

[The priest clothes make him think it might be, but then again maybe Mikami just likes those clothes.]

[inordertobelieve]

No, I arrived here merely an hour ago.

[ Noticing the clothes himself, he adds: ] The attire I arrived in wasn't presentable, I changed into whatever spare clothing was provided for us here. Unfortunately, this was the only thing available.

[notbymyside]

Ahh, I see.

[No judgement here! Though the robes do look silly.]

Hopefully we're not raiding anyone's personal rooms.

[inordertobelieve]

I can't exclude the possibility that we are, but the priests that might live here have likely been... taken care off by our captors.

[ He can't imagine any kidnappers, even ones so off their rocker as these, to dump their victims in an actually populated area. ]

Or they're in league with them.

[notbymyside]

Wouldn't there be evidence of a crime, if that were the case?

[So yeah they're probably in league with them.]

[inordertobelieve]

That's what I would normally assume, but the chances of all of us being brought here without remembering any aspect of kidnapping are already quite slim.

In all my years of experience, I've never dealt with a crime like this. It's frustrating, but I am not sure of the scale of their capabilities.

[ Dozens of kidnapping victims from entirely different locations, too... Who does that? How? And why? ]

[notbymyside]

Hm? Are you a detective?

[If he has years of experience, that might be the case. Mikami can use the law to save them.]

[inordertobelieve]

Not quite. I'm a prosecutor. I deal with a lot of violent crime in my daily life.

[ And he works closely enough with police detectives, maybe it rubbed off on him or something. ]

[notbymyside]

A prosecutor, huh.

[He smiles.]

I'm a government official in my world as well. I don't work with the police every day, but occasionally we cross paths.

[So he totally gets having cop behavior rub off on people, it's happened to him a bit too.]

[inordertobelieve]

Well, this only further confirms that our kidnappers, for one reason or another, are not in the least afraid of legal consequence. They'd not be taking any officials if it were so.

[ And since this is just... all disturbingly unfamiliar... Well.]

[notbymyside]

They aren't afraid of outside interference either, I would say. Because I am certain that at least some of my department would be out looking for me, if they had a way of finding this place.