An nearly anticipated statement the recipient had been greeted with, an inquiry of her status and the current location something conventional.
“Is there somewhere specific that you’re looking for, or what?”
Her small, jet-black cranium inclined downwards, fixed upon her palm. Paper of rugged terrain miraculously still with her; her own handwriting was scribbles, yet she could still make out what information was given to her.
"I need to see Komui Lee. I was told there was a way to find out what - uh - innocence type I was.”