-nightmare- The Mimic Script -

Not at him. At the well.

Behind him: .

– a single, wet crunch. Then silence.

– a lantern being lit. Footsteps. One heavy. One dragging slightly. -NIGHTMARE- The Mimic Script

He sprints through the torii gate. Bad idea. Worse idea. But the alternative is standing still, and standing still is how they find you. Not at him

Kaito presses his back against the cold stone. His hand finds the hilt of his compass—useless for navigation now. He uses it to check his own pulse. 142. Too high. He forces a slow exhale. -NIGHTMARE- The Mimic Script

Kaito doesn't.