[ In stark contrast to the angel that Yuki may have seen, this girl looks like she might've been plucked from some sort of desert island. Her feet are bare and callused, skirt and shirt ripped to the point where it's not quite clear why she's still wearing them. Bloody hands are clenched in her lap as she stares straight ahead.
She's never been on a train before. And she's pretty sure she shouldn't be on it in the first place -- her memory is hazy, but she remembers falling over in the desert, and then...
Jade Harley thinks that she should be dead. This thought's consuming most of her attention right now, so she doesn't even notice when Yuki enters. ]
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She's never been on a train before. And she's pretty sure she shouldn't be on it in the first place -- her memory is hazy, but she remembers falling over in the desert, and then...
Jade Harley thinks that she should be dead. This thought's consuming most of her attention right now, so she doesn't even notice when Yuki enters. ]