Missing Aura of HOMRA ( K Project - Mikoto Suoh x OC )

Page Four - Unmoving

"You hear... But are you listening?" She whispers ever-so-softly, standing at the edge of the skyscrapers' roof upon the barrier. "You look... but do you see?" The wind blowing against the gown of red adorning her body. "However... You exist... but are you even living?"

"Homra..." Allia murmurs, tightening the buttoned trench coat around her that is keeping the nightly chills out, but her even breathing coming out in light puffs of grey air that dissipate into the atmosphere around her. 

The area vacant and void of life as the street lights create an ambient glow to the street that has shops and a few larger buildings accumulating the pavements. But, Allia stands in front of Homra. 

The corner building tall, yet the ground floors' exterior decorated with fine red wood and windows to have a peek inside - yet the curtains with-drawn, letting no outsiders see within. Small ferns dangling from the thin windows above on the floors above. Old, yet Rustic. Small, but Quaint. 

Glancing around the silent street, she carefully ensures her car door is locked, before walking up the stone steps towards the cherry coloured doors at an antagonising slow pace. "I should've sent Ryi instead..." She murmurs gently latching her fingers upon the brass door handle.

"Thank Heavens..." A simple tug only indicating its already open. Glancing behind her for the eighteenth time since exiting her car in the unfamiliar neighbourhood, she pulls it open and slides in the through ajar door and turns her back to the room as she closes it quietly only to freeze, tensing.

"I'm sorry, but I'm getting ready to close up."

Swallowing her fear, she straightens her back and turns around to see the bar completely empty besides one man, presumably the bars' owner behind the oak wood bar, a clipboard in his hand while a pen is perched between his fingers of the other hand.

Hair a light brown, mixed with dirty blonde and purple lensed sunglasses perched high up his nose making his eye colour unknown. From behind her bar, she can see his un-creased white shirt opened from the top two buttons, followed by a tie wrapped around his neck, instead of the collar of the shirt. 

'Probably stock taking...' Allia thinks immediately, but shakes her head after remembering the catastrophe currently limp in her main living room back in her apartment. "Sorry... I'm not here for alcohol. But are you Homra?"

"Homra is the name of my bar." He replies swiftly, drawling a huff from Allia as she steps up closer, and begins taking in the place, including the bottles of alcohol, chairs, but her eyes linger longer on the far wall with photos and a large photo of four people - one being the man behind the bar, pouring a glass for a female.

"That's not what I mean... But that there is enough proof. Please, can you come with me? It's an emergency." The urgency in her voice easily noted despite the lack of raising her voice. "One of your members... we found injured and is currently unconscious... -well.. slightly... in my living room."

"What the hell have they done now..." The man behind the bar sighs before placing the items in his hold onto the bar and grabbing a pair of keys from beneath the counter. "How far?" He comes out from around the bar, lighting a cigarette that is now held between his lips and locks his precious English styled bar behind them both.

"Woah... You're actually believing me without even a question?" He raises an eyebrow in question to her which shuts her up immediately. "Not far... The lack of traffic due to the time only makes it about ten minutes." Allia replies swiftly, rushing towards her car that's parked upon the curb and unlocks it with a click of a button. Waiting for the male, whose name she doesn't know yet, who takes a small drag from his cigarette.