>Get to the vertical and horizontal centre of the room and prepare to dodge in whatever direction necessary at a moments notice.
>You move to the certain of the room, swimming up a little bit in order to give yourself some room to maneuver vertically.
>You can feel it approaching, from the west. You turn to face that direction, ready to dodge. No attacks are forthcoming, but you can feel it coming, feel the unseen pressure of danger. Then the curtains part, and you see her. And she sees you.
>She looks up at you with green eyes, the current gently tugging at her short black mussy hair. A sailor's cap rests atop her head. Without a doubt, she looks like you. She is you. But the similarities end; she doesn't wear your clothing. Instead she wears a dark black jacket, buttoned and made of some fine material you do not recognize; with just the hint of a white black underneath. Slacks that match her jacket cover her legs, her feet clad in dark brown shoes of leather fit for an aristocrat.
>She looks like someone from the outside world. No. She is from the outside world. You remember it, but you do not. Being in the outside world, living on an island in the middle of the great ocean, a bustling and modern place full of machines and people and wonders unlike Gensokyo, yet Gensokyo. She, you were a harbor master, keeping the ships and port working cleanly and efficiently. You were corrupt, quietly criminal. Looking the other way as smugglers paid you off, quietly assisting this and that criminal enterprise by overlooking the proper paperwork or neglecting this or that rule. No one suspected a thing, you were respected by society and the criminal underworld, wealthy and wanting for nothing. It feels like a distant dream, yet you remember it all.
>She is looking at you, her lips turned in a smile. She approaches, and you know you are in greater danger than you've ever been in your existence.
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