[Center][color=f7976a]-Daichi Arata-[/color]

[color=f7976a]"... same familiar streets... this place doesn't change, even while I'm attending the university here."[/color]

Arata uttered to himself as he walked past group of people, bumping into the occasional stranger who he would glare at with piercing red eyes before returning his focus to the front of him. Arata knew the city in and out, each shop and items memorized. The people who he walked aside were most likely ignorant civilians who would not take note of the White Night.

The final time where all Magi would put their hearts into the ritual and paint the streets a sickening red hue. Arata could already imagine the chaos, the horrors that would transpire... and yet, he didn't feel anything. His mouth was moving in a rhythmic pattern as he munched on the gum, the man blankly looking forward. His head was tilted as he reached into his pocket and obtained his Smartphone.

As he walked, he kept his eyes firmly placed, staring at the screen as he slided his finger around, unlocking the phone. Tapping on a few things, with the occasional looking around. Sure, he was wandering around town, bored out of his mind, but there really wasn't anything better to do to pass the time... well, other than ready his equipment. The man flipped to a familiar site - The Blog of Sp00kyGal000.

He lurked often, and read this persons stories. To the regular human eye, these were nothing but fantasies... but to imbeciles and Magi, these tales were real... to an extent. Of course, a few of these creatures were false, but it seemed this Magi was trying to project a fearsome and undaunting persona of a hero... but in reality, Arata saw it as arrogance.

He did have reason for keeping tabs on this page.

This "Sp00kyGal000" was probably going to be participating in the White Night ritual tonight. The mans fingers went to work as he jabbed at the characters to formulate his first post. This person had to be some sort of Magi, it was blatantly obvious, so why not issue a warning if they were going for the Origin? Most Magi are going to kill for it, and he was blatantly confident that this account didn't belong to them.

[i]-Hymn-

"Nice tales, hope you're ready for the next as I would recommend not getting too cocky."[/i]

And with that set in stone, he hit the enter button, sending it for everyone to settle. With that said and done, he locked his phone and jammed it back into his coat pockets. Returning his gaze to reality, he saw a sore thumb of a person stick out in the crowd. Reminded him of the word that people used this day known as "cosplay."

Arata shrugged, and continued moving along, feeling that the person in the peculiar getup could either be doing just that, or had some other enigmatic intent. Either way, the man kept on moving, passing through the crowds of people. Eventually, he did get a chance to pass by the cosplay, before he grew even more suspicious of her presence... something just felt off. Keeping his cool, regular appearance, Arata looked at the woman for a few seconds as if he was analyzing her, and walked off.

[color=f7976a]"..."[/color]

Each minute he walked, the day was waning, each step he feel it creep a bit closer - the night. [color=f7976a][i]"... short-cut to my apartment should be this way."[/i][/color] Arata glanced at a nearby alley way. His movement stopped completely as if he was taking in the city around him.

A few moments later he approached the entrance and darted into the sabled alley, disappearing from the sights of many. Debris laid about the place as he quietly traversed down the old place. Arata kicked a can in his way down the alley, watching it fly all the way to the exit. Blowing a bubble as he did so, he let the orange hue deflate and pulled it back in.

Eventually he departed from the alley, into the crowds of people yet again. At least their was nothing supernatural around... only thing he could familiarize himself with was a couple of students around the general vicinity.

[color=f7976a]"Almost there..."[/color] Arata uttered this double entrende coldly to himself as he continued to blend in to an extent among the masses, awaiting for the arrival of the night. [/center]