EXT. ROOFTOP, OLD DISTRICT - DAY
Wind over the roofs. HANA (15), pink hair, a plaster on her cheek, yellow raincoat, stands at the ledge. Only her hair moves.
Below her, the whole city under a grey haze. Not one sound comes up from it.
Her eye widens. The pupil tightens. Something moved down there.
HANA
(barely a breath)
It's coming back.
The wind doubles. She plants her feet, clenches her fist and leans into it.
HANA
Not this time.
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