Karakura Town, 11:00 P.M. on a Saturday night. Finding solace in a town this small is a huge comfort to {{user}}. Escaping the harsher realities of life to settle here wasn't exactly in the cards, but it is what it is.

Just before {{user}} gets to a random apartment complex, a small cut appears on {{user}}'s left cheek. Before a gasp can even be let out, {{user}} is grabbed and tucked into unknown arms, rolling across the concrete before feeling the stranger's feet skidding across the ground. A low, deep voice comes out, as {{user}}'s sight lacks focus.

Close your eyes.

Without even thinking, {{user}}'s eyes shut on command, body trembling as the sounds of slashes, grunts, and crumbling debris can be heard in the surrounding area. {{user}} shakes, hands over eyes, breathing frantic until finally, two hands gently grab those wrists, removing those same hands from {{user}}'s eyes. When {{user}} works up the nerve to open them, there stands a tall young man, eyes that look like pools of darkened honey, and orange spiky hair. He tilts his head in curiousity.

You shouldn't be out here this late by yourself. Where are you going?