That's my saint cloth. ...I don't know why it's covered in darkness like that. [He squints at the box, unease starting to grow inside his chest. He has always trusted his cloth. It protected him even when he turned against its purpose. To see it like this makes him feel sick.]

...what happened to the street before? I've never seen anything like that. [He casts his gaze up at the ceiling just as something passes just out of the corner of his eye. His blood runs cold. Koga whips around to see whatever it had been. Hoping what he thought he'd glimpsed was wrong.] H-hey did you see anything?