@jet-black-rabbit liked for a starter!
Backtracking his steps was not something he had planned to do that night. Go out, stock up on some meat, and then take the fastest route home where he’d shower and pass out until afternoon the next day.
Unfortunately in his hurry to get back home he had dropped his phone. He needed that back, not because the phone had been expensive or new (the opposite, really). The content is what was important to him. Pictures upon pictures of his dear Haruka and cats. He couldn’t let those go, no matter how much his gut was telling him to turn around and forget about it.
And as Souta stumbles upon the next alleyway the feeling in his gut grows ten fold and alarms are blaring in his head because Not safe! Go home! Danger!
The reason for the alarm is a fight just ending, it’s final moments bloody and leaving one victor standing. Terrified Souta shifts his feet, intending to run, until he spots a small rectangle surrounded by a pool of blood.
“E-excuse me, that..p-phone. It’s mine..”
