Are you like... Dead or something?

Ishikawa Yuuto

Ishikawa regretted absolutely nothing, despite having the same instinctive knowledge that all men did -next to demons, an upset woman was one of the worst things to have to deal with on any given day of eternity. Maybe his lack of foresight came from growing up alongside his sister the living saint but in any case, he neglected to honestly pay the woman in the river any especial mind until she broke from her normal ranting to actually announce that he was going to join her.

He stumbled back too late and the woman's hand closed onto his leg. His eyes widened and, finally at the point of genuine distress, a stuttering "Wait" tore out of his throat. She tugged. He fell into the river with a shriek.

The rocks in the riverbed pitched into his knees and palms and with faint wonder, he had a moment to realize that it hurt in an abstract way. The pain flared but the second his notice fell upon it, the sensation was extinguished, as if it had merely existed to fill an exact amount of experience and nothing more or less. Disturbing, but not as much as what was about to happen.

Moments after hitting the water, Ishikawa was overtaken by cold dread and the distinct truth of helplessness. It was only a foot of water but that was enough, evidently. He could feel the current dragging parts of his very being away, a sensation that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. It simply was and that was the most frightening aspect of it.

He shared a look with that horrible woman. As empathetically as a person being quietly dissolved could, Ishikawa hissed a sharp"Damn-!" before the water swept him under and pushed his now invisible and completely immobile mass of soul and ectoplasm downstream.