Oh thank fucking god. Normally Shinjiro would feel bad for startling Ken so badly - he’s just relieved he’s alive. He’s not sure how, of course. The people here seemed too eager to stick him in this silly costume to give him any explanation. But the kid lived.

That’s all he was asking for. The relief is clear as he slumped his shoulders and breathed out. Shinjiro moved to open the door.

“Sorry, kid,” Shinjiro said genuinely. “However I got here - I didn’t mean to haunt you. Being a ghost ain’t what I’d sign up for.”

And it’s clear Ken didn’t want him here. “Bye-“

The door didn’t open. He rattled the handle. Right. It’s locked. “Shit.”

Looks like there’s no escaping this conversation.