[The door is open. When faced with a situation like this, a potential intruder, some people may back off and call the police. Some may at least wait for help. Yu does neither of those things, instead venturing inside to see what's in store for him. He grabs the golf club by the door as a matter of instinct, or habit, rather than actual need. Inside, the scene looks less like a robbery or a ransacking and more like...
...a series of pranks, maybe?
The club lowers slowly as he surveys the damage, following the trail of chaos into the kitchen to find--]
It's you.
[He sounds collected, but there's some surprise in his expression as he notes the lab coat, those glowing eyes. Naoto's Shadow. How could this be happening again...?]
no subject
...a series of pranks, maybe?
The club lowers slowly as he surveys the damage, following the trail of chaos into the kitchen to find--]
It's you.
[He sounds collected, but there's some surprise in his expression as he notes the lab coat, those glowing eyes. Naoto's Shadow. How could this be happening again...?]