[... OK. That's different. Unusual, but. Souji doesn't start to feel unsettled until the screaming starts, and it makes his hair stand on end. He goes very still, spine rigid, muscles taut, ready to shift at a moment's notice into defense or attack ...
And then the blood splashes his face, and the shock of this wrong sort of wet warmth is all he can see, all he can think. He wipes at his face with the back of his arm, not caring about the fact that the blood will stain his jacket sleeve, and scans the darkness in front of him for approaching danger.]
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And then the blood splashes his face, and the shock of this wrong sort of wet warmth is all he can see, all he can think. He wipes at his face with the back of his arm, not caring about the fact that the blood will stain his jacket sleeve, and scans the darkness in front of him for approaching danger.]