Shadow World. It was a fitting moniker, but it didn't explain anything. Puns aside. Haruto remained close to Yori, glancing between the half-familiar and foreign faces around them with thoughtful displeasure. There seemed to be no shortage of the bad fortune that had brought them here, but at least they were not alone (and in this vast space, there seemed to be ample chance for it) and they seemed to have some form of guide in the upperclassman with the baseball cap. Even if he didn't look like the type of guy he would readily trust with much of anything.
He swallowed around the lump in his throat and tried to clear his head. Regain his composure. Think. "Potential for what, exactly? And what do you mean 'monsters'?"