[img]https://i.imgur.com/zOI1WQi.jpg[/img][hr][sub]Yoyogi Park, Shibuya ward
[i]"I do--much time. My--eople need help! You m--ave them!"[/i][/sub]

[indent][indent]A warmth blew through him and he, for a instant, [i]knew[/i] he was insane. His usual stoic expression, flinched. His lips shivered with the image of Haru's fleeting smile, the smile that uttered defeat and wished desperately for help. Fading as it was, the memory brought an unwanted familiarity to the cool night. It was warmer that horrible night, he realized. A snarl tightened his lips and the grip on his phone, even as Iori's shaky words of returning to the car drew closer to him.

[color=#8c1aff][i]I can't do that now, what if I'm the only one who can help this person.[/i][/color] 

Out of character for him and fully expected from her, from anyone really, Iori refused to chase after the sprinting boy. He rushed headfirst, gilted eyes wide-open, towards the humming, unnatural light in the park. 

[b]"Shit! Young Master come back!"[/b] she yelled.

Coming out into the open, stopping a reasonable distance but far closer than sane, Yasashiku shouted. [color=#8c1aff]"Where are you? I hear you, I'm here to help!"[/color] [/indent][/indent]