Nanashi frowned again, a small gesture but if he were anyone else he would have been shouting. The man looked worried as well, had he known Kotaro well? Or was it fear about another one of these handful of people?

"How long has he been here?" He asked, sounding casual but truly anything but. To Nanashi he had seen Kotaro just before waking on the train, but if he had been here for longer, how long had Nanashi been sleeping?

Long enough for his wounds to have healed at least, he was starting to suspect foul play.