The journey was ever slow and boring, the three humans strolling through the abandoned and strangely quiet streets while their fourth group member, Mado, ran off with a knife in her hand. The girl made Leon smile to himself, finding her antics amusing enough to not be entirely fearful of the possibility of the knife ending up in between his eyes.
However, a different train of thought was festering in his mind, something he didn’t want to deal with right at that moment. He’d ignored it ever since he’d first heard about the casualties on the ship but now it was almost impossible to stifle, leading Leon to settle into one of his actual expressions: a complete and utter blank. No smile, no frown, nothing. The residents’ hastily abandoned houses had a touch of dread to them, further accentuating the emptiness radiating off them. Despair was everywhere, nearly throwing Leon into despair himself. It was mind-blowing how serious this was and it finally hit home: this was a matter of life and death and, judging by the large number of empty houses, many had succumbed to death by mysterious circumstances.
Leila’s question gravitated Leon’s attention slightly towards her, half-listening to Hakuren’s answer while he took in his surroundings and absorbed in random, insignificant details. This type of multitasking was something Leon was already used to but it still only allowed him to hear bits and pieces of Hakuren’s answer. He readily lost interest in the conversation midway through and turned his head slowly in several directions, eyes scanning the premise for Mado. Where had the girl gone?
"Leon, me and Leila will be hitting the first house with locals across the street. I'm sure Mado should be nearby, so go and find her, will you? She's easy to spot, don't worry. Just listen for sounds of terror and watch out for panties being waived in the wind. We're no longer in the periphery of town, so there are plenty of prospective houses. I trust you know what to look for."Tearing his eyes away from a bizarre plant bearing cat-shaped fruits, Leon turned to face Hakuren. For a brief moment, his empty expression remained unchanged as he subconsciously searched for an appropriate reaction. With a mock salute and a light, crooked smile to acknowledge Hakuren’s words, Leon angled himself at a direction diagonal to the blue-green-eyed boy and Leila. In a few minutes, he was well away from the duo and continued on a rather shabby path, the stone uneven and tufts of grass growing in-between the wide cracks.
Mado proved nearly impossible to find. Five minutes later, Leon was still circling the general area looking for the girl, the girl who along with Hakuren, hailed from Japan just as he did. Eventually he did find her, standing next to a pot of sorts and, following her line of vision, staring at an empty house.
’Looks like she found our first target,’ The girl was dripping wet and standing in the street like it was nothing unusual; but considering this was Nowhere, a Nobody wouldn’t even have batted an eye at the sight. But Mado wasn’t a Nobody. She was human, a human Leon quickly deduced was suffered from some sort of mental dilemma. What exactly, he didn’t know and couldn’t come even close to guessing.
Sighing, he walked up to the girl and gave her a once-over, taking in her soaked form.
’What to do…’ Leon wasn’t a particularly generous person, but he never could help aiding a kind, generous person. However, Mado didn’t seem kind or particularly generous. She seemed mad. Nevertheless, as he shrugged off his blazer, leaving him in a crisp white button-down shirt, and offered the piece of clothing to Mado, he gave her a rather lost look, as if he didn’t know exactly
why he was offering his expensive blazer to a soaking stranger. “Looks like you need this. Have it.” He spoke, his voice trailing off to a slightly off tone.
He turned back towards the house, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. The fingers on his left hand played with the circular objects he found there; withdrawing one, a brief glance told him it was a
ring he’d somehow brought along with him to Nowhere. They weren’t of much significance to him but they
were pretty, leading him to put it back along with the eight or so other rings he’d somehow, sometime stashed in his pocket. His eyes drifted back up to the house, taking it its rather shabby exterior and probably equivalent interior. It didn’t seem like it could hold anything of value to them, let alone a clue leading to the mysterious Siren’s song.
Nevertheless, he turned back to Mado, his voice once again taking on a slightly off tone. “That house is our first target,” Leon started, a long finger pointing towards the building. “It doesn’t seem like there’s anyone inside but I’ll still knock anyway, just in case. If there’s someone inside, we obviously can’t raid it but if there is, let me do the talking.” He placed a bit of emphasis on the last few words, unsure whether Mado understood him or not. He was already talking slightly slower than usual in the hope that the girl understood and remembered his words. If she didn’t, Leon wasn’t entirely sure he could talk them out of trouble. “If there isn’t anyone there, we can raid the place. Just stick with me, please, and don’t go running off. I can’t always keep an eye on you.” Despite the fact that running after Mado would be tiring, Leon did find the girl amusing. At least he wasn’t stuck with a hideously boring person, or he might’ve become one himself.
He started towards the house and in a few strides he was at the front door, his pale hand coming to knock on the wooden door. His knocking dislodged several splinters off of the door, digging them deeper in and the ends protruding, giving Leon the sign that the wood was already rotting and anymore knocking would dislodge the entire door. He settled for waiting outside, patiently, listening for any signs of inhabitance. There was none and he brought out his other hand from his pocket to gently push the door open. However, as it wouldn’t budge, Leon felt his patience escaping him and he brought his leg up to kick the door open. It made surprisingly little sound as the door flew open.
Inside, the furniture was mostly in its place. Some seemed to have been disturbed, a chair lying overturned beside the coffee table and broken china littering the floor. “Watch your step, “ He warned, giving Mado a sharp look telling her to be careful. He decided to explore the living room and dining room, taking care not to disturb the thick layer of dust too much. The dust got onto his clothes and showed up most noticeably on his pants, much to his displeasure as he brushed away at the dust. Feeling his irritation surge slightly at the condition of his clothes, Leon quickly scoured the rooms for anything out of the ordinary, dislodging jammed drawers and cupboards with some effort. So far, he’d found nothing and, venturing back into the living room, he looked around for Mado. “Oi, Mado-san. Did you find anything?”