Koh stared at the flaming building, ears still ringing from the blast. With his life sense, he felt somebody nearby. They felt faint, though, and were probably in the building when the explosion went off. Curios as to what would happen next, he sat down on an overturned trash can, and started writing on a sheet of paper.
"Ely two ly ttq Mxmpyanbvp. I vgef xttsncvpd m ngumoisp qr fp uz rxbxex. R dktnw ftqsp awn zhzpxq uzttdj xp le. Adq egds vnxvhyt mofe dzmrxxswaoq tqsp, ow msg T sfgynmp is xx d cadq aodfrjwmh. T sqzeq tzmjkygj nqmdnz, muy crhj fqqx rbtny. R cxdpqof fipy bnbh tneupq use gdsooizs itfy tmn lrxb iqzf pqf. N'uv veiow mdpfni jxg deq itmu sauyoqd."
The paper was blown out of Koh's hands, but he managed to catch it before it hit the ground. Why was it so windy in this alley? Shouldn't the walls act as windbreaks? He sat back down, and continued writing.
"Bwst rd'v dubqd ijydd rx wse mxxqz T'm nw. Gklt'e gb ijeh yqkw? Dhagxpo'e tmn gdwle nxadv tmn glyd?"