action;
[As always, Anri's up and out at first light. There's no undoing her nightmares but she can at least unfurl her tightest knots, greet the new day's light.
It doesn't last when she crosses by a familiar face, halting midstep and not lowering her gaze. Her immediate instinct is to run but she holds it, gauging those few short, crucial moments.
Saika's whispers take on a gleeful note, clamoring for blood and retribution and ownership.]