Ishikawa Yuuto
Ishikawa took a step into the sunlight, thoughts fluttering at the back of his mind. He was supposed to be the brave one, damn it. Meek had never been a part of his nature. In the darkness of the forbidden forest, it had been so easy to pretend everything was normal. Like he had not gotten himself so foolishly and senselessly killed there. Once out in the sunlight, however, he felt like the entire illusion would be stripped away. Still failing to feel properly deceased beyond a strange sense of emptiness, he really wondered if maybe he were simply going insane.
Then he remembered that it had been hours since his last breath. The habit kept slipping his mind.
He was putting off going to the administrative building for the time. Cowardly, yes, and it filled him with the deepest shame. But he preferred to think that he was being wise instead. What was he supposed to say? Good day, I seem to have caught an unexpected case of death. Is there anything I can do for you?
The man wandered agitatedly, lost in his thoughts. Another thing about dying, he found, was that it suddenly set him up in this fantastic cycle of constantly blanking out at random times. The next thing he knew, he was stumbling over a random passerby.