IC. Filtered to Spagonia
It is late at night. In the vast yard of Ichirou's home, Kazimir is practicing. He wields a large cleaver in his hands, and is performing a self-designed routine. His shirt is off, and his torso and arms are pierced in many places by precisely-placed needles. Blood occasionally flies around him as he jerks his body.
Though it is dark enough to hide his activities from the casual onlooker from off of the property, he is easily within eyeshot of the house or anyone who should happen to wander out of it.
Though it is dark enough to hide his activities from the casual onlooker from off of the property, he is easily within eyeshot of the house or anyone who should happen to wander out of it.