"Wake up, actually. There's a plan. You're all ruining it."

And the next blinking of his eye, there was suddenly someone in a full robe in front of him, the white Japanese funeral robes covering every inch of their body and face, making them unidentifiable. They raised a single, gloved finger, pointing it to his forehead.

"You lasted longer than the others, but you should go back before you die." Atsuro's vision became dim and slowly started to melt back into the roar of the beasts. "See you later."