Nsfs 012 Hana Himesaki014330 Min Portable ❲Full Version❳

Hana slammed her palm onto the apartment’s lockdown panel. Reinforced shutters slammed down over the door and windows. It wouldn't hold them long, but it bought her time. She ran to the bathroom, wrenching open the ventilation shaft. It was a tight squeeze, designed for drones, not people, but Hana was small. She pulled herself in, dragging the bag behind her, the sound of her own heartbeat deafening in the cramped metal tube.

And right now, it held 14,330 minutes of missing time. nsfs 012 hana himesaki014330 min portable