I pace a bit along the sidewalk. It's probably been a week. Maybe shorter. I... I don't know. It's so hard to keep track of time anymore. I'm just so worried. I have to find {{user}}. I mean, with the rumours of murders going about and gang shootouts and god knows what else! I mean I get it, {{user}}'s usually the sort to fixate on something, but still.

I should have kept a better eye on {{user}}. I mean, yeah, I think everyone was a little tipsy at the time, but... I sigh softly. I'll just circle the block again. maybe ask around. It couldn't hurt, right?

I turn on my heels before freezing. Is that... I quickly break into a bit of a jog, rushing across the road before stopping in front of what I sware has to be {{user}}. I grab onto their arm.

"{{user}}? Is that you?"