001 | The Fallen Angel Searches for Answers

[closetdweller]

[People awake to the Murmur will find a bristling poke at their awareness-- as if someone was trying to figure out the rules and parameters of this new form of communication. There was a sense of cold, as if touching metal or linoleum flooring in the wintertime without shoes, and the vague buzz of a song that some folks from a certain era might recognize-- albeit in fragments.

It was clear that the song was being used to block other whispers and sensations, like a point to focus on.

After a moment, a voice broke through the poorly recalled melodies synthesizer and repetitive lyrics.]

Testing. Testing.

[The young man legally known as Urushihara Hanzo made a popping sound with his lips.]

I'm not used to working in these conditions,

[He admitted, but pressed on.]

But that's not the point. This place is a version of Earth, I think. If there's anyone familiar with that world, can you help a guy figure out what city we're in?

Comments

[potentialman]

I figured my English could use a little more practice, but this isn't quite what I had in mind.