But she's far to be anguished of the gigantism of Los Angeles . Actually, the look of such a lively place has recently become a comfort to her. However… While she was enjoying the view… "What the…" A feeling. A horrible feeling. Coming with it, a dreadful pressure flooding over her mind and body both. An explosion came from the street right ahead, shattering windows and sending the bus off-road. She cowered, the driver just barely managing to halt the vehicle enough to soften the crash. Screams rang amid rushed footsteps. People fled out the emergency door, ushered on by the driver. With her headache passing on just as swiftly as it came, she followed right along. Once outside, she looks around her. People in panic, clouds of smoke blotting out the sky, rubble where the eye can see… One moment ago, everything was normal. Now, chaos reigned. After making sure nobody nearby needs help, Shiki orients herself to where the blast came from. It's very close, enough for her to reach the explosion site in a matter of minutes.. However… "No, it can't be…" If she's right, this explosion's origin was... "The Academy!" She exclaims before taking off in a run. A few minutes later. Ruins. Nothing but ruins remained where the academy once stood. Bodies lay strewn about, ripped and scorched beyond recognition. "No, it can't be…" Shiki quavers. Beyond her own voice, only the occasional crackling of a fire broke the graveyard's quiet. "Hey!" Shiki yells. No response. "LUCY! ISABELLA! SAKURA!" Shiki calls out the names of her new-found friends. Not a sound. "Someone! Anyone! Speak up!" Nothing at all. "PLEASE! ANYBODY! Please…" Shiki says, strength draining from her knees with each shout. Before she realized it, she fell to her knees. "Anyone…" She whimpers, her throat ran dry. Right after saying this last word, the blond-haired shinobi start to cry. To finally burst into tears, understanding any who was here couldn't survive. Not only the students and staff, but nothing in this school survived that huge blast. In other words…