[ Minato's been living the ignorant NPC life, and he would be glad to keep it that way, but the truth is that he'd been warier and warier of the fog as of late, hints of noise he knows can't exist when he's cutting through the streets or taking refuge inside a store, headphones over his ears to block the sounds. A glance down at his feet as he undoes the apron from behind is telling, but he doesn't say a word about any of that. ]

...Nothing to do about it besides get home as quickly as possible. Maybe don't have sugar at night to fuel an overactive imagination.