"Ayumi?" a thirty-some year old kyudo sensei scratched his messy, curly hair. "No, I haven't seen her since the training ended. She left a bit later than the majority, helped me clean up the dojo. A great girl, she's contributing so much to the team..." his eyes got a bit daydreamy for a second before he continued. "Has something happened to her?"
"We don't know" Tammana shrugged, a concerned look on her face. "We can't reach her via phone since a few hours ago"
"Nothing's there" Nastia returned to the main hall from the changing room. "Her locker's open, nothing's left inside"
"Well damn..." the sensei caught the pair's disturbed feeling as well "...if I learn anything, I'll let ya know. That's really weird..."
"Thank you sir" Tammana bowed her head in gratitude. "And thank you for your time"
"Not a problem. I'm sure she's safe and sound somewhere out there"
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"And?" Tammana asked as soon as the pavement around them got less crowded. They took a turn towards the less popula