[color=CD5555][b]NAGAKU OTOYA[/b][/color] - Central District: Outside Sharehouse[hr]
Otoya grimaced. [color=CD5555]“What the fuck is tha—nngrh!”[/color]

It came from nowhere. A sharp noise screeched through his skull, piercing, causing him to block his ears. Not that it appeared to be necessary. Though his eardrums still ached, the sound stopped as abruptly as it started.

Before he could dwell too much, there was a pressure on his arm. Huh? 

A glance back showed Fumiko, noticeably unaffected by whatever noise that was, cowering behind him.

[color=CD5555]“T-The hell you want me to do?”[/color] he said, backing up with her. Goddamn, surely this fatass rat wasn’t gonna chase them, was it? There were so many better things to snack on in this alley.

It didn’t stop its approach.

Otoya’s hand tightened reflexively around his guitar strap. Not because he was going to beat that thing with it; no, he’d rather jump into traffic than damage his baby. He just needed to secure his valuables before going on a dead sprint.

[color=CD5555]“Fuckin’ hell.”[/color]

He grabbed Fumiko by the wrist and ran.