[The victims are in awe for a moment before one of them obeys and starts off, running past him and the others following her suit. They're holding onto each other glancing back at their savior before they make it to safety. They whisper amongst themselves, the nighttime wind carrying their voices.]
"Oh god... I think I've heard of him...?"
"The guy that's been running around...?"
"On TV..."
[Their confused, but voices of admiration and gratefulness begin to fade as they go further away. One of their voices sounds befuddled as struggling to remember...]
"Wasn't there one more...?"
[One heartbeat remains within the giant crate.
Fujino kept herself close to the wall when she heard the fighting outside. Everyone inside had held their breaths wondering what to anticipate next. They found out quickly enough that fortune had heard their cries and were eager to make their escape. Too eager, perhaps; it wouldn't have occurred to any of them that she wasn't able to see ahead of her. Add that to the fact that New York is a complete maze to her, a visitor, and Fujino was basically in the hands of someone she can only hope is still there.
One hand moves against the wall. Her footsteps are light and cautious. Her heart beats against her chest, steadily as if nothing gave her cause to panic.
When she speaks up, her voice is unassuming, quiet, and calm.]
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"Oh god... I think I've heard of him...?"
"The guy that's been running around...?"
"On TV..."
[Their confused, but voices of admiration and gratefulness begin to fade as they go further away. One of their voices sounds befuddled as struggling to remember...]
"Wasn't there one more...?"
[One heartbeat remains within the giant crate.
Fujino kept herself close to the wall when she heard the fighting outside. Everyone inside had held their breaths wondering what to anticipate next. They found out quickly enough that fortune had heard their cries and were eager to make their escape. Too eager, perhaps; it wouldn't have occurred to any of them that she wasn't able to see ahead of her. Add that to the fact that New York is a complete maze to her, a visitor, and Fujino was basically in the hands of someone she can only hope is still there.
One hand moves against the wall. Her footsteps are light and cautious. Her heart beats against her chest, steadily as if nothing gave her cause to panic.
When she speaks up, her voice is unassuming, quiet, and calm.]
... Hello?