Ino follows, panting slightly and casting paranoid glances over her shoulder. She can't shake the feeling that he's right there, right behind her, only a few meters away. But ... he isn't. He's still the same distance away from her estimations, as if he's - it's - deliberating toying with them. She hates it.

She hops over a group of mutated.... things huddled in a group in the street, gnawing on something that was either another person out or a darkness monster as well. She still wasn't sure what the eating habits were of the monsters.