[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190522/5ec07975271d6ef3e7be9e67e7144f35.png[/img][/center][hr]Long, slender fingers traced meaningless shapes across the surface of an ancient statue. It was as if his body was responding to the buckling happening in his mind, the tracing of the statue's meaningless engravings into words and then sentences. Between the darkness that engulfed everything and the effects of heavy weathering, however, it made sense to Kaito that he'd struggle to read their message. Or at least initially.

[color=FFE4B5]"They have such an unkempt appearance,"[/color] he commented, furrowing his brows. [color=FFE4B5]"Perhaps using some old regional variant of Japanese."[/color] It made sense. Their was nothing more Japanese than a shrine that was tended to diligently. This could've well been the outskirts of some ancient site. 

He knew he was wrong though. He undoubtedly, viscerally, knew he was wrong. And yet he spoke anyways, desperate to put a label on any of the steadily growing list of bizarre occurrences. There was an unstable man with a gun on the loose, it was fine to assign a quick answer for the time being. Cathartic, even. 

It was only when... [i]the salaryman[/i] spoke that he snapped out of it. [color=FFE4B5]"We should, shouldn't we..."[/color] His eyes lingered on the man for another moment, unintentionally transmitting the space his name would've taken as silence. [color=FFE4B5]"...I don't believe you've introduced yourself."[/color]