A KNOCK at the door. Not a gentle one. A sharp, insistent rap-rap-RAP .
“The N.H.K. wants me to believe this is a setup. That kindness is a weapon. But the static… sometimes, if you listen long enough, you can hear something underneath the hiss.” Welcome to the N.H.K. -Dub-
He reaches for a cigarette. The pack is empty. He crumples it. The sound is deafening in the silence. A KNOCK at the door
A terrible, low-budget explosion. Static. Then, silence. if you listen long enough
“Into what? The bottom of a cup noodle?”
“It’s not about the crystal! It’s about choosing to live! Now FIRE!”
“That’s the scent of freedom, Misaki. Get used to it.”