Kyoka was unsure on what exactly had happened but the masked man he knew something about her and something about it seemed familiar.  To familiar for her liking.  That mask I seen it before she thought a long time ago but when she continued it was hurting somewhat inside she should know that man. He wasn't the one who killed her second father no that man was long dead. Letting those thoughts plague her mind she absently followed the nameless person at least just long enough to find out what that person's deal was.