Isa stared at the eruption of flames, mesmerized. In a couple of seconds, she was pushed back from the shock wave, causing her to snap back into reality. Where did she go now? Takatsuki unrealistically disappeared, leaving her alone in the dark. She scanned around, looking for a house she could knock onto, hoping maybe she could use the phone and contact Tatara. The thought of him suddenly felt so strange, as if she had lost all her memories of him and gained it back. She had told him that she would call him as soon as she finished the meet up with Takatsuki. Isa wondered what he was doing. He probably called and the waiters at the shop answered. The thought of Tatara getting tricked by them scared her. She desperately needed a phone to contact him as soon as possible.
Isa frantically searched for a house nearby. She ran down the sidewalk where she was originally heading when she was following Takatsuki. Isa worried about her and Tatara. She knew something was going on. Her mind spun with different thoughts as she dashed towards the row of townhouses. All the lights were out through the windows. Every single house. It sent a chill down Isa's spine. Something was definitely wrong. No one was in the street, and now there were no lights in the houses. An explosion-Takatsuki's sudden disappearance. Could they have all been connected? She had no idea. All the stress was building onto her.
Isa banged on the closest door, asking for help. There was no answer; twice. She scurried to the next door and did the same, silence being the only answer. She was now frustrated. She went to the next door, then the next. She knocked, angry and upset.
"May I please use your phone...? Please answer…" She pleaded, resting her head on the door, tired.
"Is it because you forgot yours?" A deep voice whispered in her ear.
Isa jumped, she felt the surge of adrenaline rush through her veins as she spun around, only to be smashed back against the door with a hand pressed tightly against her mouth. Her heart began to race again. Squinting, she tried to see who it was, but it was too dark to see.
"It wasn't so hard trying to find you, miss," the man said.
She recognized the voice.
It was the waiter's voice.
"You'll have to stay with me until that executive returns," he said. Even in the darkness, Isa could tell he was smiling as if he was having too much fun.
"Understood?" He asserted.
Isa couldn't find herself to do anything but just stare into his form, eyes widened. She badly wanted to bang the door behind her and bite his hand, but right when the thought passed the man pressed his hand harder against her. She murmured sounds in response and was released, only to be harshly pulled down the steps, and then the hand reappeared in front of her mouth, while the other dragged her back where she came from-towards the shop.