This city seemed to fall into chaos regularly--which he was not unfamiliar with chaos, but he was literally seeing ghosts. Having to fight off Hoshidan and Nohrian forces was mentally taxing--but there was something about these forces this time that made him feel like just simply helping other people would invite burdens he didn’t feel remotely privy to.

Dealing with his own demons was enough. However; a couple shamblers clad in Nohrian armor tried to attack him, and as soon as he engaged he found part of their group diverting elsewhere. Off in the distance, a man clad entirely in white, looking like some sort of ghost in his own right. Ryoma couldn’t spot any weaponry or fight in him at quick glance, and did what any fool with a savior complex would--