The scrawny figure was running through the crowd, a small beeping radar near their face. The face of theirs was frowning, desperately looking for something in the earlier mentioned crowd, that seemed to be growing bigger and bigger with every damned second. Too many people..
The bold steps were becoming louder and faster, the figure shoving through people to find the way out, to waltz right through them and run faster. Then suddenly, the body stopped, their eyes widening. They looked like small round deep purple abysses, staring. Staring at something in the sea of all those people
— It's.. it's him! BUCCELLATI, IT'S HIM, I SEE HIM!!
FUGO!!
