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WHO: Yagami Raito (kirathustra) and anyone else that may be passing by.
WHAT: A poor, innocent (as of yet >_>) exchange student. Walking home. Alone. In Reggio Calabria. Someone, anyone? Feel free to attack him and show him just how horrible the city is so I can get his paranoia ball rolling? XD
WHERE: A few blocks away from Guilty Pleasures.
WHEN: Day 133, very late at night.
He'd been walking home alone like this without much thought, despite the horrible things that had been happening in this city as of late.
Raito had heard things, stories from what seemed like the distant past of the time that he had spent preparing to come here. His family hadn't really had much to say, but his school friends had warned him about coming here, whispering with large eyes and hushed voices about
--Oh, Yagami-kun, I heard they found bodies without their heads last year in that place--
--Yagami-kun, are you sure you want to go there when there are so many problems with the Mafia? It's supposed to become horrible in the coming year--
Well, of course, this wasn't the safest city ever to exist. But there was movement, wasn't there? In response to that terrible church bombing? Bruce Wayne himself had funded the care center and the hospital team to treat the wounded, people had banded together--
It even appeared that they were looking out for each other, with that caped man running around and saving people left and right.
Things really couldn't be that bad.
And Raito wasn't exactly daft enough to relax too much. He kept his eyes on the darkest parts of the streets especially, his footsteps deliberate and confident as he made his way back toward the University.
WHAT: A poor, innocent (as of yet >_>) exchange student. Walking home. Alone. In Reggio Calabria. Someone, anyone? Feel free to attack him and show him just how horrible the city is so I can get his paranoia ball rolling? XD
WHERE: A few blocks away from Guilty Pleasures.
WHEN: Day 133, very late at night.
He'd been walking home alone like this without much thought, despite the horrible things that had been happening in this city as of late.
Raito had heard things, stories from what seemed like the distant past of the time that he had spent preparing to come here. His family hadn't really had much to say, but his school friends had warned him about coming here, whispering with large eyes and hushed voices about
--Oh, Yagami-kun, I heard they found bodies without their heads last year in that place--
--Yagami-kun, are you sure you want to go there when there are so many problems with the Mafia? It's supposed to become horrible in the coming year--
Well, of course, this wasn't the safest city ever to exist. But there was movement, wasn't there? In response to that terrible church bombing? Bruce Wayne himself had funded the care center and the hospital team to treat the wounded, people had banded together--
It even appeared that they were looking out for each other, with that caped man running around and saving people left and right.
Things really couldn't be that bad.
And Raito wasn't exactly daft enough to relax too much. He kept his eyes on the darkest parts of the streets especially, his footsteps deliberate and confident as he made his way back toward the University.