IC || SECOND CASE || VIDEO
[The video feed rolls, displaying one Tohru Adachi peeking over the edge of some structure...most likely the bath, if the heavy steam in the air and his sopping wet hair are anything to go by. What is visible of his expression is frozen in abject terror, his eyes round and darting back and forth from his communicator to something toward the entrance of the bathhouse. There is the sound of some rustling off screen. Eyebrows furrowing, Adachi pulls himself up enough that he can mouth something unintelligible before ducking down again, water splashing around his shoulders.]
[The rustling gets louder until, with a noise of glee, whatever is rifling through his discarded clothing finds something of interest. Adachi gapes.]
...it has my gun - THIS THING IS ARMED, IT HAS MY GUN.
[With a yelp, he disappears under water as the trigger is pulled and a shot echoes through the bathhouse, the bullet harmlessly thunking into wood somewhere. Out of breath, Adachi resurfaces, this time standing up enough that a dark happy trail can be seen. Nanako, look away.]
Hey! T-that's a p-police issued weapon! P-put it down right now or else...!
[Gasping, he reaches for the communicator but it's too late - curious hands seize it. Hello there, Demeleier! The feed abruptly cuts.]
[The rustling gets louder until, with a noise of glee, whatever is rifling through his discarded clothing finds something of interest. Adachi gapes.]
...it has my gun - THIS THING IS ARMED, IT HAS MY GUN.
[With a yelp, he disappears under water as the trigger is pulled and a shot echoes through the bathhouse, the bullet harmlessly thunking into wood somewhere. Out of breath, Adachi resurfaces, this time standing up enough that a dark happy trail can be seen. Nanako, look away.]
Hey! T-that's a p-police issued weapon! P-put it down right now or else...!
[Gasping, he reaches for the communicator but it's too late - curious hands seize it. Hello there, Demeleier! The feed abruptly cuts.]
