[Day 7, Mid-Afternoon] Hiding

[Isawa Junpei]

Sitting on one of the crates, Junpei's legs swung lazily back and forth. He'd left the embassy to be back among his own people, but he couldn't get the feeling of eyes staring at him accusingly, just like the gaijin he'd passed on the street. There was, obviously, no way for them to know that he was the source of the storm, but he was a foreigner and that was good enough for them...of course it could all have just been in his mind too. Junpei sighed as he continued on alone. Nobody seemed to come to the distillery, so it seemed the perfect place to get away from everyone, including his new guard. Leaning back against the wall, he let out a long sigh. What a mess.