There is silence.

<span class="mu-g">Not even the wind is heard.</span>

All conversations were interrupted by the great burst of light in the distance, and the sound accompanying it. It was strangely reminiscent of a firework, except for it's placement.

<span class="mu-r">But the silence, as fragile and unnatural as it had been, is broken with the breathing, shuffling and other man-made sounds from the people around you as activity sparks once more in the hearts of people like a train getting out of its station.</span>

You looked saw the individuals you--in your mind--had deemed as the Noirs; Shapes, a cautious idealist. The Lady, stoic and familiar with corpses. Albert, an old detective and ex-cop. Mike, the aggressive kickboxer. And Jamesfield, their leader.
Each of them said nothing, keeping an eye on either the place where a celebration was held for vague reasons, the same area where the flash of light had originated, or upon the two men, who went by the aliases of 'Knife' and 'Jack of Hearts', who had attempted to assault Jamesfield and the Lady. Said men were tied to a tree, harmless for now. But you could see the reasoning behind keeping an eye on them.
Yet the only emotion they showed was confusion.

Your name is Johan. But that's not important now. Your mind had other thoughts to worry about. The foremost being: What just happened?

>Go back there and see what happened. You aren't sure if there's anything to actually worry about, but there's a certain mime named Mimi you wanted to make sure was alright. Just in case.
>Stay here and do not distract yourself. The two criminals could easily use the confusion and division to escape. Something you wouldn't let happen.
>Look up at the sky. It's an orange hue, slowly turning purple. It's getting late, and you want to wrap things up soon. So you'll take the safe road and start deciding with the Noirs on how to deal with these two. Soon enough you'd be back in your hotel room, waiting to fall asleep.
>Write-in.