As soon as 1412 pulls back, Shinichi moves -- well the parts of him that he can at least. Pulling back through the wall, the ghosts gathers himself. He's feeling dizzy, pulled in all directions, his control stretched just like he is. He's thin and weak and worried.

He winces as he feels 1412 placing another ofuda on the other side of the wall. Only those placed around the places he's already pinned assist the bleeding process, but to be so close to so many of them-- Think! Think! Aren't you supposed to have a plan for all of this?

There's the sound of footsteps nearby, urgent, purposeful. A group, the murmur of voices, the leaping of shadows before a flashlight. Shinichi grits indistinct teeth at the effort it takes. "--the assassin?" "That way sir. We've got him this time--"