Tanaka finally looked up, offering a small, tired smirk. "When the grid starts flickering in a three-block radius, they don't have much choice. The feedback loop is buried in the sub-layer of the work-frame. I can find the leak, but I need someone with your speed to patch it before the system flushes."
Bridging the gap between the fictional persona (Kurumi) and the audience.
Sora547’s Yama is not a story. It is a terrain . And Kurumi, Im, and Tanaka are not characters you follow—they are elevations you cross, each one altering your sense of where you are, and how far you still have to go to feel at home.