[h2][center][color=5F9EA0][b]Amisaki Kyou[/b][/color][/center][/h2]
[right][sub][b][color=5F9EA0]WTL:[/color][/b][color=D3D3D3] 16[/color]
[b][color=5F9EA0]SAN:[/color][/b] [color=D3D3D3]90[/color][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
Kyou gasped quietly at the author’s diary entries, but very carefully and purposefully focused his mind on the pertinent information. The…person…mentioned other survivors, the fact that this place was called the Land of Shadows, and a barricade. There was also the stuff about ‘them’ and how the parking lot they were in was a safe zone. [color=5F9EA0][i]Not so safe with that psycho running around,[/i][/color] Kyou thought uncharitably, though even considering being confronted with someone or some[i]thing[/i] that actively desired to harm them was- [color=5F9EA0][i]No, no, never mind that, Kyou, we just have to focus on getting out and, and see what’s around, maybe find out if there are other sane people around.[/i][/color] With a shaky inhale, Kyou focused on his breathing and centered his mind.

A minute passed, and, having gathered his courage (or perhaps it was desperation), Kyou spoke up. [color=5F9EA0]“P-President, please put that diary back? We- I think we should probably get away from here,”[/color] he whispered, cautious now that he knew an insane person might be lurking nearby. [color=5F9EA0]“Let’s try not to attract [i]that[/i] person’s attention, though,”[/color] he continued speaking in an undertone. [color=5F9EA0]“You can lead us, right, president?”[/color] he asked plaintively, gaze darting around fearfully. The five of them were really so noticeable, if he thought about them. For one, they were near the author’s [i]home[/i], and for another, they hadn’t been quiet up until now, and their mobile phones radiated like a beacon in the otherwise dark parking lot.

Kyou bit his lip, his heart starting to beat loudly yet again, and frantically gestured to the others, indicating to be mindful of their presence. He wasn’t sure his flailing was getting the point across, so he added: [color=5F9EA0]“Light and sound. Dangerous,”[/color] in a quiet mutter. His own phone was still in his left hand, kept pointed down and to the side. Kyou inched closer to Kiyoko, hoping she would assent to leading them out of there. He clutched his bag close to his body with his right arm, stuffing his palm into his jacket’s pocket to clamp onto his stress-ball for reassurance. [color=5F9EA0]“President,”[/color] he whispered quietly, but with urgency. However, he did not feel comfortable with actually ordering her around, so he kept his quiet after that, though he kept looking around, barely keeping the discomfort at bay.