((You've wandered for a while in the desolate streets of Japan. After taking a break in an abandoned café, you hear footsteps from nearby.))

A girl that held a standard-issue snubnose revolver pants as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. You take a look at her as you hide behind the cover. She looks lost, and after some minutes, she stumbles onto the asphalt, exhausted.

Rei: "Takashi..."

She grips her revolver tightly, ensuring she doesn't let go if there is potential harm in her way.