[ He doesn't hear the door snap shut, not over the pounding of blood in his ears. Sanae rounds the corner and finds himself faced with an empty street -- no target in sight, too many houses to search, and not much more running left in him after the blood loss of Friday. He brings the gun up and falls back into the shadows, ready to patrol the streets until he can find any sign of movement.
If Mart stays holed up at home, this is just how Doc Scratch will find him. ]
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If Mart stays holed up at home, this is just how Doc Scratch will find him. ]