Listen closely and you should be able to hear

This smell... There's no mistake.

[Haruka lets out a harsh cough. The smell of blood doesn't bode well with him... Especially with things the way they are now.]

Dammit. Why did it have to happen here, of all places?

Kantarou, I have a favor. Translate this message so that the others will be able to understand. There's no time to argue.

Everyone who is in the high school, listen to me carefully! There is the_police_girl wandering around, who smells like blood... Her footsteps are leaving a trail in the halls, so madwashu might have already--...

[...] Stay together, and try to remain hidden. If you see anyone suspicious, then run away or contact someone immediately.

[[ooc the_police_girl is loose! This is a warning that goes out to mainly everyone currently inside of Mariner High School, who may not be able to recieve help from the outside while the kekkai is in place. However, it won't be that way for much longer.]]

[The video function turns on, tilted at an angle and pointed out toward the city horizon.

This was no accident. He just wanted to avoid the shock this time, and maybe even show everyone a pleasant view of the two moons. Whatever the excuse... Haruka didn't seem to want to be seen, as he was clearly out of view.
But a soft sipping noise could be heard a short distance away, picked up by the receiver.

Kantarou, he helped himself in small part to one of your newly acquired sake bottles.]

Ah.

[A bit of light faintly highlights the bottom of the horizon, coming up slowly.]

And so comes the dawn...

Basically, waiting for this illness to "fade" has only proved impossible. Either the affected wind up dying, or the ones who don't have the strength to fight them.

I have no interest in pointing fingers... What I'd like to know instead is why there doesn't seem to be a better solution. Is there no way to develop a medicine to cure or a seal to bind these people?

Their powers and strength are the real problem. Because they can only use it to harm. It is beyond their control to do otherwise. I haven't been proven wrong yet.

Hmph. If anyone sees death as the quickest method of turning this around... You've let this world change you too much. ...You've let them change you too much.

Hmph. [A powerful wing beat is picked up by the microphone. Muffled, but still there. It lasts only a moment before a soft thump can be heard. The sound of a pair of feet landing on a rooftop.]

[Haruka breathes out a sigh, before walking forward a few steps and sitting down.]

I hardly feel any different from before. Except now I could use a drink.

...If anyone had any words for me over the past few days, I hope you saved them. I didn't have the time to listen before.

[Filtered to the Northern Lights Bar "staff"; Hackable]

I'm coming back to work after dawn.

( Private to Testament; Hackable )

Someone will have to take my place as the bartender for the next few days. Something came up.

I'll try to owe back the favor upon my return, and I'm sorry to ask for this now; when the air is heavy enough as it is.

( Private to Shinjiro; Hackable )

( Private to Bridget; Hackable )

Hmph... [Spoken quietly, as if to someone very closeby. That just so happens to be Succubus perched on his shoulder.] We've both been through quite the ordeal, huh?

( Private; Hackable )

Sorata-kun, you shouldn't have said anything. Now I'll have to take your advice after all.

I will need that time off, and you will have to rely on yourselves for awhile. It may only be a day, or more, but you will be the first to know either way, Shinjiro. I'm...

[...]

I never thought that I would be staring up at the same ceiling again so soon.

( Private to Kantarou; Hackable )

( Private to Testament; Hackable )

Those monsters before... what happened to them? Their numbers overcame the others before, but a few days ago it suddenly dwindled like that. It makes me wonder where they were even coming from in the first place.

Still, it seems like this city has enough problems without their help. It reeks with the stench of death here...

Pointless murder. You can fight and hate each other, but even if it ends in blood, someone will always end up come back for more. That's how screwed up this place is. The dead come back in a day. There's no other reason for it, because this city has no real power, nothing worth stealing and barely any direction. We're brought here, and we adapt in it to survive. That's the way it is for any world. The only difference is that here the rules don't even exist at all.

[He takes a deep breath, and then takes a slow sip from his chawan. There is a pause.]

...

This tea is weak. Weaker than the kind we used to have back home.

Where is he, anyway? I'm getting tired of being made to sit around like this. All over a few scratches...