[color=A9A9A9][h2]The Sharehouse[/h2][/color][indent]
People continue to die on the radio. Tenoroshi was sleepy, but the rest of the world wasn't. Heart disease was a big killer today, a bunch of rich, old folk passed fitfully from it, and one even had the audacity to cause a car accident while doing so. Assaults were reported too, but only as a passing remark. It happened in the Southern District, after all. Any 'normal' person would stay far away from that undeveloped cesspool of youthful indulgence; anyone who didn't sorta deserved it anyways. Nameless minors were reported missing, the confidentiality of the matter making the description much too vague to elicit any particular memories of sightings. The radio continued on, a callous obituary for those who were gone, those who no one really knew.

In the relative quiet of her own room, Aya scanned her negatives, one at a time. The most recent ones were familiar. No surprises there, at least. Gotou and Suzuha, the shaved ice store, and some other pointless pictures. Just flights of fancy and suspicion. As she continued to look through them though, the camera-girl noticed something curious. It may have been a trick of the light, but in a couple of her pictures, there was the shadow of a cat, facing a single direction. The most recent picture that featured the shadow-cat was at an old, shut-down ryokan that Aya saw a couple days ago in the Northern District, while the oldest one stemmed back all the way to the beginning of the school term, when she took a picture of the back of Hijirido University's student union building for...some reason she no longer remembered. In total, there were 24 exposures with that shadow-cat, and she was certain too that she hadn't noticed any cheeky feline photo-bombing her shots when she actually took them.

Strange stuff, for sure.
[/indent][color=A9A9A9][h2]Outside the Sharehouse[/h2][/color][indent]
Though there was still some lingering warmth from the hot day, evening brought forth cool ocean breezes, and Fumiko almost felt a bit cold as she stepped outside the sharehouse. It wasn't necessarily quiet, with cars still driving through the relatively busy streets of the Central District, but it was better than incessantly-looping radio chatter. Wasn't like the sharehouse was ever so quiet though, not when the walls were so thin. The plumbing made it sound like a storm was brewing every time someone flushed the toilet, and Aya's snores were hella legendary on a good night, nevermind a bad one. Would have been nice if they could get a hammock going in the small backyard of the sharehouse. Give someone a chance to escape the general din of having a house of six university students with irregular sleep schedules.

The skies were purple now, gradating into the star-studded black of a proper night sky. A lull in traffic brought momentary quiet, broken immediately after by the cawing of crows. Looking off to her right, she could see thirty or so of those birds, cawing loudly and swooping up and down a neighbouring alleyway, making a general ruckus. Nasty little shits, to be sure. Probably fighting over fresh, steaming garbage.
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