Shinji was all alone, that much he knew, so he also knew that something was wrong when he heard the soft sound of footsteps. Every muscle in his body tensed up. Instead of running, he made the mistake of looking over his shoulder.
Blue eyes widened. The face he saw, untouched by age (much like himself), was all too familiar, and was as terrifying as it was beautiful.
“Shikinami-” His breath caught in his throat. Shinji backed off. Every part of him was braced, he was ready for any sort of blow that was landed upon him.