While some people work on evacuating the town, Rinka somehow ends up hiking up the mountain to look for a half dozen people who live even further out. She's bundled up to her eyeballs against the cold, with a thick beanie pulled down over a hooded sweater, winter coat, leggings under her jeans, two layers of gloves, and a scarf pulled up over her nose. And even though she'll probably find them a little difficult to use due to doubling up her gloves, Rinka's batons dangle from their straps around her wrists. But maybe she can jam them into the ground if she loses her footing?

"Ughhhhhhhhhhh. Why is it so cold?"

[ooc: this route will feature a rabid raccoon and possibly an avalance]

Rinka doesn't consider herself very knowledgeable about art, but she has a membership at the museum thanks to her mother, so she's actually pretty familiar with the place. The new 'Modern Living' exhibit is... not bad. She likes the paintings done by local artists more than the busts of mayors past however. After taking about 20 minutes to check out the new exhibit, Rinka drifts around to look at some of her favorites.

She doesn't notice anything is amiss until she gets to the statue gallery. As she appreciates the level of detail the sculptor put into an olympian's thigh muscles, she hears someone heave a long, drawn out sigh behind her. Looking over her shoulder... she sees nothing but the statues on the other side of the gallery. Weird. She turns back... and then whips around completely. Because one of the sculptures is supposed to be a smaller casting of Rodin's The Thinker. Only... the figure isn't sitting on his pedestal anymore.

"What.. where did he go...."

Rinka is lurking around, hoping to find out who all is entering the Battle of the Bands contest (ngl, she's really hoping to see GIANT⚡️ROBOT), when one of the stagehands walks up to her.

"Please, could you just take a look? We can't figure out what's wrong!"

"Uh... whatever the problem is, I'm sure there's vastly more qualified people in the city than a high schooler..."

After some pleading however, Rinka agrees to look. What she'd even look for, she has no idea. As the door closes behind her, plunging her into darkness, she wonders if this really was a good idea. But hey, why not use this to work on her senses training? Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, slowly lets it out, and listens.

Wait. Is that breathing? Is there someone else in this place?

Then again, who says the breathing is being done by a human? (Pls be a human.)

"Is... someone there?"

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