The further he walked from the group, the less clearly he felt the guiding force. But it seemed to hold out long enough for him to be hiding nearby where the group of defeated thugs had gathered. They moved unnaturally, some of them clearly supporting themselves on broken limbs or hardly at all as if they were puppets being held aloft by invisible strings. The sight of it was enough to turn Ito's stomach a bit. Partially in fear and partially in disgust. Something weird was clearly going on. 

He figured he could rule out drugs, as he doubted even the most potent of narcotics could produce the effect he was seeing before him. It was truly skin crawling, like a sight out of a horror movie. If it were the subtle movement of their chests from slow-unsteady breaths, He'd swear he was looking at the walking dead. Though a few of them he wasn't so sure he could see them breathing at all, and that really gave him the shivers. 

Now that he was hear that sense of knowing and seeing was almost totally gone. It felt more like a memory, and a vague one at that. Why had he been so stupid as the follow something like a feeling? Why hadn't he called the police, or picked up a pipe or something and tried to help like that? How was running away and finding the group of thugs ALONE when he wasn't exactly much of a fighter going to help anyone. It really seemed like it would get him killed honestly. He cursed his stupidity, but the fact that whatever that feeling was had actually lead him to the spot where the thugs had gone to post roughhousing had to mean something right? Or was he simple that unlucky.

As he half begged to no one in particular what he should do next, One of the figures stood out to him. It wasn't standing moving quite like the others were. It was moving much more like a normal person. Not perfectly like a normal person, but not something that would get weird looks when they made their way down the street. The feeling, now barely a whisper in his ear compared to the loud pull at his core it once was, told him that person was the center of this madness. But what was he to do about it?

'Smite the wicked, in the name of justice' the whisper said, but for a split moment it was that loud, overwhelming feeling again. And thought it was only for a second, it was enough to push Paul Ito into movement. He dived from his hiding place towards the leader of the group reaching out place both of his hands about the man's face; intending to grab hold as hard as he could and not let go and hope against hope that he didn't get beaten to death.