What a thoroughly depressing atmosphere, don't you think? It's almost enough to drive a man mad.
[ through the darkness- a gleam of white, teeth bared in a sharp smile, before there is a brief moment of dizzying vertigo as the screen shifts. fingers splayed over a barely visible jawline, a
face half obscured by something dark and slick sluicing down his cheek in rivulets. ]
...but what does it matter, in the company of madmen? The lovely Nuadoria surely holds no concern for the state of its inhabitants' mental well-being.
[ from somewhere off screen, mukuro laughs, and twists. there is a sickening crack, followed by the sound of something dropping to the ground. ]
Or perhaps it believes us better off dead.
[ click. ]