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[cachaemic]

Who: Ganta Igarashi (cachaemic) and OPEN
What: ...Saving the...day.
Where: Spastically running around the city.
When: Now.

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[cachaemic]

Ganta hadn't actually seen one of the monsters in person. But after his dreams and then hearing the rumors of people being injured, he expected some kind of hideous man-eating creature to come flying out at him. Any moment now.

Sweat trickled down his neck as he waited for it to make a move. For a while nothing happened, and the more seconds went by, the more tension mounted on his shoulders. Ganta swallowed down his nerves to keep himself from running in the opposite direction. He came out there to fight them off, hadn't he? He needed to stand his ground.

The deadman peered into the darkness and took a tentative step towards it, steadily activating his branch of sin until the blood in his hand turned into a small, spinning ball. Maybe if he gave it a warning shot.

Before he got the chance, he felt the hot breath on his skin and his entire body froze. Shit, how the hell did it get behind him? It wasn't until he heard a voice that he spun around to face the girl.

"Rhode?" His mouth fell open and he barely caught

[cachaemic]

What was wrong with people in this city? Half of them acted like rotting streets and monsters weren't anything to worry about. Ganta frowned, glancing at Rhode and then nervously back over his shoulder. She could have humored him and pretended to be concerned about her own welfare. He slipped his bloody hand carefully into his pocket, as if he were concealing a weapon, while she circled around him. Something about her attitude reminded him of someone from the prison and the similarity made the way she was eying him even more uncomfortable