Minoru Sato
The pain was unbearable. The beatings, the stabbings, the one time being thrown down that stairs. And then that split second before the bullet went right through her head. Every moment of happiness, sorrow and grief in an entire lifetime. And then it was gone. Minoru's eyes flew open as the final surge of memory went through his head. This time had been the worst one in a while. The memories of that woman were a bitter pill to swallow and for him, the worst of them filtered out at the very end of the absorption. Realizing his eyes were wet, he lifted up one arm and quickly dried them with his sleeve as the memories settled in the back of his skull. He knew that the next few days would be trying to go on with his excuse for life like nothing happened while the odd memory drifted inside his head. He didn't know if it was just him or if every demon felt this. A question like that would be rather touchy when asked to most other demons.
As he let his arm fall back to his side, he pushes himself up and began taking in the surroundings he had managed to stumble to while only half aware. It looked like the old remains of some sort of shop. He felt his heart nearly break through his ribs as he stumbles backwards, slamming into the wall behind him to clear the distance between him and the crack of light bleeding through one of the boarded windows. The contents of his backpack shoves up against his back and he quickly felt a sharp soreness as he pulled away from the wall. It's just a speck he thought as he began to move around the beam. It's not like I have nowhere to go.
As he moved through the old building, he happened across a tall mirror. Blinking at his own image, he tried to imagine the last time he'd seen himself. Surely he hadn't looked this bad then. His hair that popped up from under his cap were stuck out in clumps and there were two dark spots under his eyes. His jacket was falling apart, only zipping up half way and his sneakers were falling apart at the seams. And then there was the blood on his shirt and hat. Another speck on his cheek. Even if the girl's memories were settled, his own were fresh in his mind. A few months prior, he'd come across a man mugging a woman. He'd been able to sneak up on him, grab the gun and unload two rounds into his chest. He'd been able to perform a few clean kills for the sake of his victims. However, he'd fired all but one bullet and after that, he'd have to start thinking things through.
Minoru was snapped back to reality by the sound of a door slamming somewhere in the building. He quickly ducked behind a dirty old cardboard box and looked around. The sound had come from a room over but he couldn't think if a single reason why anyone would be in a place like this. Besides himself, of course. Scooting between dusty debris and avoiding the odd ray of light, he was able to spot a door on the other end of the room. There was quiet a bit of light streaming between it and him and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know who else was here. As he took his first step, he slipped on an old article of clothing, catching himself on a clothing rack. While he managed to recover, the rack fell over and shattered into half a dozen pieces and caused a considerably loud bang. Reacting as quick as he could, Minoru pressed his back to the wall and held his breathe, waiting for something terrible and sudden to occur.