Hajime would have preferred to be driving his motorcycle back home, but he hadn't wanted to bring it with him. Not when there was a chance it could be traced back to him as they searched for more clues as to what those giant snakes were down in the tunnels.

He hadn't found any snakes, but what he had found on his way back home were a few generic street thugs looking for an easy mark. They weren't Blood Keys, just ordinary idiots out looking for a quick buck...and while Hajime hadn't been able to transform, he'd been able to fight them off fairly well.

He still looked like a mess; one of his eyes was swollen shut--not like he could transform during that fight--and it looked like he had a long green line drawn across the side of his face. His clothing was torn, and judging by the way he was glaring at people with his good eye, he didn't want to be bothered. At least he knew the injury would be gone in the morning. He grabbed the first empty seat he could find, accidentally bumping the drunk guy--really, he could smell the alcohol from the front of the train--as he took a seat. "Sorry."

Wait. He knew that drunk guy. Maybe he should get out of there before the drunk guy recognized him and realized just how beat up he was at the moment.