5 || [audio]

[incriminating]

[There is an obnoxiously sharp clinking as he repeatedly taps the muzzle of the gun against a wooden surface, which, in this case, is the table inside the hut he shares with Valeria. If anyone were to listen closely, they might realize he's doing it in time to some imaginary clock. Tick...tick...tick...

Softly, his voice thick with disdain:] Whatever terms I have, huh?

[Tick. Tick. Tick. ]

I wonder what...Dojima-san is doing right now.

[Tick. Tick. Ti -- click.

That was the safety of his gun.]

I think it's time for a game.