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The problem solved itself. If only all problems could do that.

Ohta let out a breath as the gunman, perhaps driven by some irrational fear of the dark, ran off into the distance, taking himself and his gun far, far away. Maybe he’ll be a problem in the future, but for now, they could all breathe a bit more clearly. He shook his head, then stood up, allowing his own eyes to adjust to the darkness. Only 50% or so left for his charge. Shouldn’t waste it until they got somewhere with reception. The direction the gunman went was annoying though. He didn’t really want to head in the direction of the torii, in case that fucking idiot took that as a sign of pursuit and started shooting, but if there was going to be any paved path out of here, it would be from the torii.

So he suggested instead.

[color=ccddee]“Maybe, uh, we should go after him?”[/color] He pocketed his phone and clutched his lunchbox to his chest. [color=ccddee]“At least up to the torii there. Might be, mm, a path out from there.”[/color]

One thing convenient about the gunman: his scene meant that self-introductions could be delayed for a bit longer. More time to judge whether it’d be a truth or a lie that Ohta used to identify himself to these strangers.