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[The video on the communicator clicks on but the feed is blurry. The reason why becomes clear as Adachi smudges the screen with a thumb, trying to clear rain droplets from it. The detective is hunched over the device, expression absolutely miserable, his wet hair plastered to his face. Not much can be seen beyond him; the house he has taken up residence in is sullenly dark and only the occasional flashes of lightning illuminate his surroundings. His suit jacket has been shed and flung aside on his bed, which appears to be soaked. This would be because the roof is leaking.]
U-uh, nasty storm, huh?
[He glances out the window and cringes. It's difficult to hear him over the deafening roar of the rain.]
Sounds like that Town Hall...is gonna get crowded, haha. I think I'll stay here.
[Away from those brats.]
Jeez, this dirt floor is turning to mud. ...and it's sucking my feet down. This would be really cool if it wasn't so gross.
U-uh, nasty storm, huh?
[He glances out the window and cringes. It's difficult to hear him over the deafening roar of the rain.]
Sounds like that Town Hall...is gonna get crowded, haha. I think I'll stay here.
[Away from those brats.]
Jeez, this dirt floor is turning to mud. ...and it's sucking my feet down. This would be really cool if it wasn't so gross.