[ Persistent. That's a bad sign, as are the metallic clicks of handguns and the unmistakable sound of pocketknives cutting through air. Judging by the footsteps, the men are still a good few yards away: that gives him enough time to hide Fujino somewhere safe.

(He's still under the impression that she can't fight, after all.) ]

—Miss Asagami. I'm going to have to ask you to stop right here and wait. Alright? Don't move until I come back.

[ The voices get closer, the hurried footsteps of people searching. She might be able to hear one of them say her name, 'Asagami', which is eerily specific. ]

If anyone gets too close, run. Don't worry— I can still find you.