"Damn." Shinjiro cursed again, very quietly, under his breath. The dreamlike haze that had fallen around his mind let him forget entirely the party, his own kidnapping, even (for a brief moment) his death before arrival here. For now, based on what he could remember - he just came upon a random girl who'd become aware during the Dark Hour. And was likely in danger.

He strode forward, and would try to take her hand. "Come on. It aint safe here."

The moon was green and large overhead, and the air to Shinjiro always felt - ominous. Filled with dread. All of the lights were out, of course, everything was dark and dead.

"We got t' get you inside." Somewhere he could watch for Shadows, so she wouldn't become one of the Lost.