The streets being so empty, it had Shinjiro keep checking the sky for a familiar green tinge, or the road for puddles of blood. But this isn’t the Dark Hour. For a start, the city around them still had power, the electric signs blaring.

It still set his teeth on edge.

He’s not sure if it’s a relief to run into someone at last, or if the other guy was a threat. Shinjiro kept his hands in his pockets, standing still, watching the stranger. From his neutral expression, he might seem like he’s glowering - but he didn’t mean to.

“Just got here,” Shinjiro said, and then. After a beat, checked for more similarities. “Did you also just die, too?”