6 || [video]
[The video feed clicks on. An unsteady hand fumbles for the communicator desperately, its owner currently offscreen, but only manages to knock it further away. Harsh, labored breathing penetrates what would be an otherwise quiet night, and eventually, with a pained grunt, a second attempt for the device is successfully made.
The comm unit is flipped around. Lying prone on the temple steps, looking as though he has just been beaten within an inch of his life -- not necessarily untrue -- is Tohru Adachi.
He stares at the screen with a kind of horrified incredulity, eyes struggling to focus. A muscle jumps in his jaw as he turns his face away. His shoulders shake with some emotion.]
Aha, oh god.
Shit.
The comm unit is flipped around. Lying prone on the temple steps, looking as though he has just been beaten within an inch of his life -- not necessarily untrue -- is Tohru Adachi.
He stares at the screen with a kind of horrified incredulity, eyes struggling to focus. A muscle jumps in his jaw as he turns his face away. His shoulders shake with some emotion.]
Aha, oh god.
Shit.