"Kentaro? It's me. Serica."
Her voice came thin through the speaker, the faint rush of wind carrying over the line like she was standing somewhere wide and open.
"Serica!" Kentaro's relief hit before the frustration. His palm pressed into the rough bark of the massive tree. "Why weren't you answering your phone?!"
"I-I don't know where I am," she whispered. He could hear the quiver in it, the tiny wet hitch that meant tears were building.
He dragged in a breath thick with sap and damp earth and forced himself to think. "Haruka, can you ping her location?" he asked over comms.
Static. Then Haruka's voice: "Trying, but the signal's bouncing. No precise fix, apologies."
