@greetings-sheeple Asked:
Shinjuku was in a state where you might be able to tentatively refer to it as functional. In the broadest sense of the word. If you were stretching the definition as far as possible and perhaps even bending the rules of language a bit.
It was better than it was before, at least. At least the screaming had stopped.
Still, Shiba hadn’t exactly expected to see anyone here! Only people who already knew the way could get inside.
“My… I didn’t think anyone from the RG could manage entering Shinjuku yet. You light a fire wherever you go, don’t you, Legendary Player Neku Sakuraba?” Shiba stood atop a light post, his Reaper wings fanned out as he looked down at Neku.
(Coming back here was a mistake)
The thought pounds in his head with every beat of his heart. He tries to focus on that, on the blood pumping through his body. He's alive. He's not dead. He's fine. He can leave. He's going to leave. He can go whenever he wants to
"Yeah I..." a Noise had mauled his leg till it reached bone on that corner "...guess I'm pretty..." he'd been impaled and had to rip the pole out of himself in that building "...good at..." he'd been hiding in that alley when he hallucinated being home for the first time
"...good...at..." he's fine. He can go home. He came here from...oh god what if he hadn't? What if he'd made that up? Had he ever gone home?! Why would he have ever COME BACK HERE if he'd gone home?!
He takes a step back before crumpling to the ground "WHY?!"