[I2S2] Raurou: Patrol the area.
Everyone out here is watching — waiting for something.
You have no idea what any of them are thinking, doing, saying, feeling. It unnerves you, makes your fixation on the unknown coil inside your chest, tense. Like a slab of raw meat about to be run through with a skewer.
It's a gut feeling that hasn't subsided for hours on end.