Who
Minatsuki, Bat
Where
Business district
Style
Third
Status
Closed. Takes place during the four-hour lull in the storm.
She wasn't sure what had happened to the city, or how much time had passed in her absence.
It was in ruins and covered in sand, but she was in no state of mind to wonder what the fuck had happened. She was bleeding openly and half-conscious; it was a pain-wracked struggle to crawl herself over to relative shelter beneath a storefront sign. She left dark streaks of blood on the sand and the gravel as she did, and collapsed back to the sidewalk once she reached her goal, staring blankly at the wall in front of her.
It had been a struggle to even text Bat. She half-expected him not to show up. There was nobody she felt that she could trust.
Heat- Heat, that fucking monster- had-- he had-
Don't think about it. Just pretend that it all doesn't fucking matter. It doesn't. It doesn't.
Not Heat, or what had happened when she had returned to her world. With Ganta and Ninben and-
A weak little sound escaped her, despite the hardness she tried to keep over her heart.
Bat... Where the hell are you...?