This place was where it all started, over a year ago. Slowly, Hinawa walked through the subway station - it was getting late, yet the thinning crowd was still more than enough to disappear within. She truly despised that - fading into the crowd, not standing out, being... ordinary. It was disgusting. She wasn't like other people - she was smarter, more talented, and generally BETTER than them.
And when it all started, this was finally recognized. She remembered the Gazimon attack - jumping off of a balcony, and digivolving for the first time. The feeling of flight. Being called to the Digital World... She missed it. Not her duty as a chosen one, no - not having to fight for others for a bit was nice enough. She didn't MIND, really - while she wasn't a very nice person, fighting Daemon and his cronies had been... fun, despite the dangers.
But what she missed... Were the very first people she could tolerate to be around. Aiden and the rest of DEAD. Their Digimon partners, and other Digimon within the Digital World. But most of all... She missed Falcomon's voice, and the ability to fly. Even if they had never become great fighters, Falcomon was the only real 'friend' she ever had.
Stopping near one of the elevators that nobody ever seemed to pay attention to, Hinawa leaned against a wall. Absent-mindedly, she pulled out the D-Tector from her pocket. Still the same warning. 'No connection'. She never knew that the damn thing had always-online DRM, but here she was - the elevator didn't go into the underground anymore, she couldn't talk to Falcomon, and she sure as shit couldn't digivolve and fly anymore. Sighing in frustration, she just wanted a damn way back into the Digital World - and now she had actual reason to believe one existed. She saw more than one Digimon in the human world again, after all... But how to get there was a whole other problem.@Seraphimon