[h2]Izayoi City Plaza - [color=crimson]Xander Johannes[/color][/h2]
TIME: 6:31 AM
DATE: August 19

[b]"-residents local and from abound are confused and concerned as to the cause of these deaths. Some officials have stated that the likely cause is the [i]extreme[/i] summer weather combined with the reflective surfaces of office buildings and solar panels. These factors combined are capable of easily causing fatal heatstroke, even through protective covering. Some people claim to have witnessed the events of these deaths [i]disagree[/i], and instead reference a [i]supernatural[/i] cause-"[/b]

Xander only paused for a few moments to overhear the news broadcast from the wall-mounted television. Not even a full day had passed and there was already much concern and controversy over what exactly happened that moment at noon yesterday. The most sensible source cited was the abundance of hot weather and reflective surfaces inciting fatal heatstroke; regardless of the truth, citizens were encouraged to not remain in open areas for long periods of time, and to stay protected and hydrated at all times. Never mind the fact that many people were privy to do that anyways.

The victim continued on his way, bags of chilled foodstuff in each hand, trying to remain low profile. It was unclear how many people were aware that he was a survivor of this sudden influx of death; among those people could be the culprit, that mysterious voice atop Chromatus Tower. He swore every so often he could hear an echo of that man gone laughing mad, the insane cackling drifting on the wind...

Xander shook his head and redoubled his pace. He needed to get home and fix himself up. And after that... what was he thinking!? This person somehow racked up a death toll in the thousands in a split second. No matter what, Xander was damn lucky to be alive; so why was he trying to challenge his life again by trying to track down this person? Any other sensible man might do well to go home, resume life as best as possible, and steer clear of Chromatus Tower for the rest of his days. 

He could dish out the truth like punches and kicks, but how well was he actually able to take it himself? Xander shook his head again and sighed. Maybe he was more scarred than that disappearing wound let on. [color=crimson][b]"I must be going damn crazy,"[/b][/color] he mumbled, a few blocks away from his small condo.