Day 24; Doctor's Office #3; Dr. Muraki
This time, there was food on the desk. The tea set had been replaced with a slim pair of chopsticks and a bento box and the room itself smelled faintly of cigarette smoke. How he'd managed to distill the scent in the time between shifts was any one's guess.
Muraki sat behind his desk again, head tilted upward. The knife wound was acting up again. He smiled a little. "Tsuzuki-san..."
There was only one doll remaining. Veronica, with large brown eyes and a hairline fracture across her cheek. The rest of his vast collection had been left in Japan. If he decided to retrieve them now it would take a lot of legal smokescreening and he no longer had that easy, tenuous connection that would make things as simple as a phone call. He'd exhausted nearly all of his resources in that final effort and now it began again with nothing.
He could not go back.
So what was he looking for in this place? Dr. Muraki crossed his legs and rested his arms on the table. As always, it was just a matter of waiting, wasn't it?
Muraki sat behind his desk again, head tilted upward. The knife wound was acting up again. He smiled a little. "Tsuzuki-san..."
There was only one doll remaining. Veronica, with large brown eyes and a hairline fracture across her cheek. The rest of his vast collection had been left in Japan. If he decided to retrieve them now it would take a lot of legal smokescreening and he no longer had that easy, tenuous connection that would make things as simple as a phone call. He'd exhausted nearly all of his resources in that final effort and now it began again with nothing.
He could not go back.
So what was he looking for in this place? Dr. Muraki crossed his legs and rested his arms on the table. As always, it was just a matter of waiting, wasn't it?