Junpei half-wondered if he'd been dropped into the set of a low budget horror flick. Okay, maybe it was high budget. Either way, it was creepy as hell, considering it looked like seamstress had tried her hand at architecture. Why had he told Shito not to tag along again?

... Oh wait, because he wanted to keep his balls, not carry them in a handbag.

As he walked up to the front door, he definitely tried to ignore all the noises and deranged scenery around him. That was, until he nearly stepped on said freakish mouse. He glanced down in time to see the odd creature scurry out of the way of his foot, and let out a high pitched yelp.

... Hopefully, no one heard or saw that part.

Nearly breaking into a run, the teen hurried to the front door and knocked lightly. Death City, huh? It was an appropriate name.