Nami looked upwards, at the building that was called Iwatodai Dormitory.

Well, technically, she was Nagi at this point, but she was still in the typical outfit that characterised the other side of her mind. Nami's heels, dress and her unbound chest was like a cheese grater on her patience and her psyche. But she couldn't snap out at anyone without looking crazy. She did notice that the passers-by around her gave her a wide berth. Nagi glared hard, but did she really glare that hard at [i]everyone[/i]?

With a sigh, she knocked on the door. Her hand reached into the pocket, plucking out a photo of 'herself', or at least how she looked like when in her normal clothing. If Nagi had a brother, he would look exactly like her. The dormitory needed to know about 'Nagi', and the possibility that Nami's brother would come into dorms. It was lying, but explaining to a few people she wouldn't stay that long with about her double-personality issue wasn't something Nami or Nagi looked forward to. The Isa twins were off the radar for so long, but there was always a chance, a slight chance, that she would be recognised on the street. No one did that day, or any day ever since the twins 'recovered' from their trauma. Idols came and went, and today's news was tomorrow's obscure fact.

Nagi adjusted the strap of the bag she was carrying. There wasn't anything much, other than a crossbow made for sports and hunting. A little something she picked up by herself. A former singing idol had money, and purchasing a crossbow was only a matter of finding a proper source.