Frantically running, trying to get away from that place. There was nothing more in this world that he could want at this moment other than to forget about this curse. He wanted to as far away from this place as possible. Ichiro knew that he could no longer return home, and wearing this white suit was only making him stick out like a sore thumb. He finally reached town and travelled through the streets that weren't well lit, and through the alleyways. He finally had an idea; he would have to break into a clothing shop and get some clothing that would help him to blend into the crowd. Here it was, just a regular shop. He removed his blazer and wrapped it wound his fist tightly. Luvky for him the blazer protected his hand from being sliced open on the broken glass from the window. Ichiro climbed in through the window and used the cell phone for light. He quickly changed into a pair of jeans and t-shirt. He also found a sweat shirt with a hood. He jumped back out of the window and hurried to get away from the shop making sure not to run to arouse any suspicion.  He decided to discard his suit in a nearby storm drain. Suddenly he realized what part of town he was in. His house was nearby.