Shinjiro nodded, but reminded her, "Just 'cause it aint real, doesn't mean it can't find some way to screw with us. We can't get sloppy."

But as they moved - maybe because it'd be a relief to Shinjiro to actually encounter another Shadow and squash it, prove his paranoia right - the streets were eerie and silent. The strange green glow from the moon, the blood pooling here and there beside the streets, kept Shinjiro's teeth on edge. Nothing good ever happened in the Dark Hour.

His shoulders would only lose their tense, hunched posture when they finally left the maze.