The Shape found two men. The Shape walked closer and closer. Not making any noise besides the sound of its footsteps.

"I want to thank you again, officer. This town just isn't what it used to be."Adachi laughed gently, seemingly amused by Morooka's commentary. "It ain't, huh? Honestly... I'm kinda glad for something to do," he sighed in return.While he'd thought that he may have to knock the man out in the street, upon finding him, it appeared that the teacher - Something Morooka, he'd learned the name to be - had assumed that Adachi was a police escort. It was foolish of the man to presume that any officers would be out right now and even more so arrogant of him to believe that the escort was for him. But it worked for Tohru, so he played into it.

"Well, with all the hooligan kids around here, I'm sure you already had more than enough to do," Morooka decided, as if he were speaking *for* Adachi rather than to him.

"Eh. They're just kids, y'know? Tell 'em to skedaddle, and they usually do. That's about it," Adachi returned. "They listen to you a lot better than they do to me, then -"

Morooka went oddly quiet, peering at something in the distance. Adachi, who hadn't been paying attention until now, glanced to the teacher in confusion, then looked out at the street. "Do you see that too?" Morooka asked. "Uh, yeah."For once, Adachi found himself somewhat thrown off. Not only was this guy tall as all hell, but he was dressed like some half-burnt Halloween decoration. A white mask covered his face, pockets of melted plastic hollowed out on one side, but still hiding his identity. "Excuse me! You should be getting home! There's a murderer out here, you know!" Morooka chided.Adachi had to hide his smirk. "You don't talk much, do ya, buddy?" he added, sounding somewhat humored by the stranger's appearance, "What are you wearing, anyways?"

The Shape didn't say anything. It picked up a rusty crowbar that was nearby.

A chill ran up Adachi's back, as the masked man went for something in the bushes. He knew that bush. It was the one he'd stashed his weapon in. His eyes widened, and he hovered his hand over his holster. It wasn't too late to pin it all on this guy.

"Excuse me, sir! What are you doing?" Morooka continued hounding him, oblivious.

"H-Hey, teach', maybe you wanna back up-" Adachi returned, as the man withdrew the rusted crowbar. Upon the sight of it, Adachi pulled his revolver out, aiming down the sights, "C'mon, man, don't make me do this! I'll get written up for this kinda shit!"

By the time that he was finished speaking, the man had already closed the distance. Adachi tried to fire off a shot, instead receiving a crowbar to the knees. He cried out, collapsing to the ground, revolver scattering off somewhere. He paid little attention to the screams of Morooka, not much caring about what happened to the teacher; he was too concerned about the burning, ripping pain spreading through his legs.

The Shape switched its attention to Morooka. It then began to beat down him. Over and over as blood spilled onto the ground. It then put the crowbar in his mouth before slicing the head in half.

Panting heavily, Adachi started trying to crawl away, only for another sting of pain to tear through him. He howled, pressing his forehead to the sidewalk. A shaking hand went for his phone, praying that it was still operational.

"Come on, come on, come on-" he whispered, frantically searching through the names. 'Ryotaro Dojima". Without a second thought, he selected the name, and the phone began to ring.

"Now, a word from one of the firemen on the front line."

The newcaster's words were cut off by a ringing phone. Dojima, assuming that only Adachi would be calling at this hour, picked up.

"Hello?"

"Dojima-san! H-Hey, y-you gotta help me out-Ow, fuck- This crazy asshole's trying to fuckin' kill me!"

Dojima stood up, heading for the door. "Stay there, I'm on the way! Do you have your gun?"

"I- I did, I-I dunno where it-*" There was a pause, before Adachi began to scream, "*GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU TWISTED ASSHOLE! Y-YOU CAN'T KILL ME, YOU-"

I then walked over to adchi and began to beat him until he was just paste on the ground. His words faded into agonized shrieks, accompanied by a gut-twisting crunching and squelching sound.

"Adachi! Adachi, can you hear me!?" Dojima shouted, trying not to let himself sound too panicked.

Adachi didn't respond, his screaming slowly fading into weak cries, and then silence. Dojima continued yelling into the phone, ignoring the sound of quick steps coming down the stairs, as he flung his coat on. Something jostled the phone, and the father went silent.

"... Adachi?" he asked, receiving only breathing in response. He gritted his teeth. "I'm going to find you, you bastard..!"

As if on cue, a clattering sound came over the receiver. Dojima didn't bother to listen to the rest, hanging up. He lingered in front of the door. He could feel Yu behind him, staring in confusion.

"... Dojima-san?" the teen mumbled after a moment.

"Adachi's dead. Yu, you're staying here. Watch Nanako. I'm pulling the force together," Dojima turned around, pointing at Narukami.

Despite the hardness in his tone, Yu could see the pain behind his uncle's glazed eyes. He knew he couldn't argue with him. Dojima wouldn't listen. So Yu just nodded.

"Good. I'll be back."

Dojima slammed the door behind him. Yu waited for a second, silently hoping that he would change his mind; that he'd turn again, and come back into the house. No such thing happened.

He had to call the others. There was no time to waste. Hopefully, Nanako would still be asleep.

The Shape walked alway. Disappearing into the night.