Kouichi might have fought back a little more, but between the disorienting surroundings and the amount of civilians around, he just couldn't risk it. No, instead he slipped between the mall patrons and into some stores, his wine red eyes scanning around for those that sought him out. If Kouichi was careful and played it right, he wouldn't get caught.

Pretty sure that his pursuers had lost his trail, the white haired young man slipped out and started to walk, his mind running with plans on how to get out of the mall and just... Find a hotel or something. It shouldn't be that hard, this is America and it's littered with hotels and motels, he could find one easy and hide out for a day, move on from there.

It's only then that Kouichi hears the distinct footsteps, ones that are obviously tailing him. He thinks fast, how to get out of this, and he chooses to reach out the person walking in front of him, hoping that by engaging with a random person, his pursuers will back off enough to give him time to find another out.

"Excuse me," Kouichi calls, his hand coming to rest on {{user}}'s shoulder, "could you help me?"