DEMISE

[And here is yet another of Death City's residents making his introductions -- this one a good bit young, not long in his teens, and leaning back from the camera so it gets a good shot of face and neck and (what looks to be a pajama-clad) chest. Kariya was very careful about not turning on the feed before he was sure he wouldn't be giving all of his new neighbors a close-up of his nostrils or something.

He offers a short nod of the head and a smile, before beginning:]

It looked like the other people brought here by this BREW thing recently were greeting everyone on here. I hope I'm not being a bother by adding another message like that; this network's different from the internet back home, a little.
Er, anyway, I'm Kariya Masaki, from near Tokyo. I've been told I'm a... a Weapon, here? But I'm not sure what to make of that.

[That preface out of the way, one hand creeps back to the nape of the neck, framing what looks like a shy pause.]

I was hoping that someone who'd been here for a while could suggest...ways to settle in, I guess. Like, is it important to go to classes often or to look for a job? Or whether to worry a lot about figuring out this Weapon thing. I'm not sure how to spend my time, now that I've been --

[And suddenly that smile twitches into a frankly bitter, little line. Sorry, BREW, but he still hasn't come up with a better word for his condition here than:]

Kidnapped.