"Coward." "She might be gone because you were an idiot." "How many more mistakes do you have to commit?"
"As if I didn't know that already..."
The events played out again and again. A desperate cry to watch out, a shattering noise and then everything went black. Over and over, the events leading up to this fiasco. His head throbbed with pain as he awoke.
He was still in his car. And he was still buckled in.
"Irie--!" Predictably, the first thought on his mind was to check if she was still there- and she wasn't. His heart dropped to his stomach. However, seeing that there was no blood or anything and the seatbelt on the passenger seat was unbuckled, a faint ray of hope made it to his heart. Good...that probably meant she escaped. Though maybe due to the argument she had decided not to wake him...or, she might have thought he was done for. Isshiki reached up to his head- good, no wounds. He's still alive. He's fine.
Still, there was already an immediate goal in mind. Though every fiber of his being ached, he unbuckled himself and got out. Salvaging what he could from his broken down car, he started to move away from the crashed vehicle. Before he could think of getting out of here, he had to find Irie. Before he could think of saving Irie, he had to find out where he was. He winced a bit as he heard a voice.
It didn't resound from his head- it positively sounded like someone was calling out. Turning, he listened closely and followed the direction of the voice. It could be another person. It could be something else entirely. But anything was fine, just as long as it was alive. Like him. Hell it could be Irie, though she spoke softer than the voice he was hearing right now.
It wasn't long until he saw a strange figure under a lamppost. Gripping the baseball bat he had retrieved from his car tightly, Isshiki approached- and saw a girl. This girl seemed...too out of place. He wasn't sure whether it was the strawberry blonde hair or the eerily blue eyes. Aside from that, her outfit didn't seem like a uniform of any sort- it couldn't even be considered winter clothing. "Who wears a miniskirt in this weather?" He pulled his black coat closer and shoved one hand in the pocket.
Judging from the strange words he was getting, it seemed like the night here in this town was dangerous. "What the hell is she talking about? But then again...she seems like she's more used to this place than I am..." Steeling himself, he straightened up, deciding to ask the most logical question he could muster right now. "Do you know any ways out of here?"