[[success! XD]]
"And... I'm lost." Warren heaved a defeated sigh, the strap of his overstuffed backpack slipping off his shoulder as rubbed his temple furiously. The pamphlet he previously held onto for dear life was now lying on the slightly wet concrete he stood on, deeming it useless. For a good few seconds, he almost contemplated cursing. Managing to go from a busy street to an abandoned alleyway in just roughly ten steps and not being able to retrace the way back was a feat only he could do.
It was the cherry on top of the horrible day he had, or rather the roe on top of the spoiled sushi. After having the contents of his bags spill all over the street as soon as he stepped of the inn and being almost arrested for jaywalking, he should have expected that being hopelessly lost was just around the corner. Left without much of a choice, Warren inched closer to the unlit alley, starting to hear a high-pitched yet scratchy voice that undoubtedly belonged to something malevolent and pure evil.
Cats.
His adrenaline went on overdrive and his body involuntarily took on a sloppy fighting stance, making him resemble a monkey who had a little too much fruit for dinner. He was literally shaking. He was only supposed to break his arms from carrying all the Dangan Ronpa merchandise he could find and irresponsibly spend all his money on. How did it come to the worst kind of situation he could imagine? His lips quivered as one of the cats bared its teeth at him and he could almost swear that it it hissed. That was the true face of death.
"LIKE HELL I KNOW I CAN'T READ JAPANESE!" The quite passionate yell caused the cats and him to scurry off, him to the right and the spawns of evil to the left. The voice sounded like it could be distant but reachable. Realizing that he was basically running away from who could potentially help him, let alone someone who speaks English, Warren stopped in his tracks.
He started to estimate the origin of the scream, deciding to veer off to the first right turn he could find. God help him.