Afterliving

[ When the feed flickers to life, there's a young girl wearing red-rimmed glasses, shuffling awkwardly before noticing that it's on, her voice soft as she drops said phone, causing a slight yelp from her lips before she manages to pick it back up and, well, speak properly. ]

U, um, I don't know where I am, or anything else, but... t- there's some guns on the table and I don't know who they belong to. And this phone too! If you want it back, I don't mind returning it...

Just please don't hurt me! I promise I won't be too horrible...!

[ Thankfully, there were no classes today. Nevertheless, Homura is aimlessly wandering around the school in an attempt to get used to her surroundings. Along with the fact that she still needs to find out who those guns belong to as well, which is why she's klutzily running walking with them in her hands.

Hopefully, if anyone passes by, she won't trip and fall and accidentally shoot someone.. ]