the lamentable fate of mockery in motion.

[diamondstorm]

There was something strange in waking to an empty city, an unfortified vessel. Renamon wasn't sure how much time had passed, how long her mind had frozen in its movements, but this, at least, was not familiar. To her last recall, she had faced Tear in a pit of sand, pressed to combat for a madman's pleasure, but there was a lag behind that memory--A moment's beat that pressed her for more recall.

None came. She was here, in an unknown area, and apparently alone. Even silent as she was, her steps echoed lightly within the city's limits, and Renamon's senses stretched to take in any sensation that came.