Roy Ametz
Roy's eyes widened. "Princess?" She's royalty? Alone, and dressed like that? But he had no reason to suspect she was lying, or that she was telling the truth, and so it changed little. He turned to look towards the castle. "Yes, that's the place. Care to travel with... Um..." He was suddenly aware that she'd vanished, run off so quickly he couldn't even see her already, and leaving him along under his barrier umbrella.
... Well, fine, if you want to get soaked, he thought, annoyed at her and himself.
Roy headed for the castle, manifesting and removing barriers overhead to keep himself from getting soaked further. Fortunately, the streets had mostly cleared, so no one was around to hear him mutter to himself like a madman. As he continued through the streets, he noted a few things further. Empty stands declaring newspapers for sale, boxes that lit up with the occasional burst of sound and light, but mostly just flickered... Some of the buildings didn't seem especially real either. It was starting to unnerve him. That, combined with the complete ignorance of him by the populace, made him wonder if perhaps he'd become a ghost.
But no. That was stupid. Ghosts weren't real, any more than... Than...
Any more than magic is, right? said a treacherous part of his brain. He sullenly told it to shut up or he'd turn the barriers off.
Either way, he was certain he wasn't a ghost. But that didn't explain what he actually was though. Presumably, the same thing as that girl- She didn't die, which ruled out ghosts. Unless she didn't know she died. Shut up, brain.
Soon, although not so soon that he hadn't nearly exhausted himself with his 'umbrella', he found himself walking down a dark forest path instead of a rainy street. The transition had been sudden, just as the disappearance of any life besides his own had. Before, he'd simply been alone metaphysically, an ignored outsider. Now the only people here were himself and... And...
Outside of a massive gate of black marble, he could see Katsuya and another talking. He felt the same sort of odd remembrance for the other man, an inexplicable comradeship that almost completely vanished when Roy saw him kiss her hand. That cheeky bastard! Smooth, though.
He waved a hand in their direction and whispered "itzuli." A barrier appeared over the heads of the two, hopefully keeping the rain off them. They might notice it as branches overhead were pushed aside and the rain began to slide off to fall off the path. "Hallo!" he called, hurrying up and getting rained on again as he outran his barriers. When he reached the safety of this one, he smiled. "Hello again, miss Hirano. And good evening, sir...?"