Shinjuku. 12 AM.
An uneasy atmosphere had always been common amongst crowds... the tides of individuals pulling in and out with the co-ordination and unpredictability of that descriptor... En masse, faceless in the fray.
Though. It was hard to doubt Tokyo hadn't changed in the last few months.. Paranoia and unhealthy acts of self preservation had been on the rise. Shockingly so. Not that the people here were overly extroverted beforehand.. But something was very wrong.
Especially on this night...
A rare occurrence was fog in the big city. Yet here it was. The night after relentless deluge- in the winter. Where different weather entirely had been forecasted for that week. Not touched by the gentle drift of snow, but instead the lack of sight... A huge dose of panic and very unwelcoming . The illuminated signs above being one's only way of telling where they were.
The gentle hues they presented illuminating broken lampposts and telephone wires from either side.
It had been this way for hours at this point, it seemed.. though only with the stroke of midnight brought a wave of panic- as an oppressive atmosphere had settled. And a cry in the darkness was certainly enough to confirm those fears for everyone...
A single hand in the crowd, shook. Raised into the air. As they called out- their tone shrill.
"...Somebody..! Somebody call the cops..! There's. ... there's ..!"
A majority of the crowd stopped their individual worries boiling to the back of their throats. They were nauseous, as is.. and well
"What is it??? What's up there???"
"Some.. some guy! I think... I.."
No doubts. A form, strung from the wires. Their body lay limp- entangled there... As if unveiled by the fog on purpose.. Though who was to say it wasn't. ..?
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