<sub>[As Sakura picks her clothing up off the forest floor, one hand is clutching the top of her dress to keep it firmly planted against her bosoms. She already feels violated enough without any other strangers happening to see her like this, thank you very much. But as she pulls her clothes into her arms a book drops from beneath the cloak settled on top. It hits the grass with a soft thud, diverting her eyes to it immediately.

Eh? She didn't remember bringing a book with her.

The bubblegum haired girl squats cautiously down and picks the journal up, flipping it to the first page. She blinks.]</sub>

...What is this?

_{[It looks absolutely like nothing she's ever seen before, which means all her attention is centered around reading the setup. She props the journal on top of the pile of clothing, fingertips grazing the edge of the page and before she's able to flip it, her thumb brushes over the video button. Hello Luceti, meet Haruno Sakura! And watch as she unwittingly mutters to herself...]}

I don't remember buying anything like this. It doesn't even look like anything I've seen back home before.

_{[A proverbial light bulb switches on and it shows by the confused furrowing of her eyebrows.]}

Why is my picture in it? Oh, this is creepy... First the wings and now this book? What kind of place am I in?