[gales of psychotic laughter amidst the crackling of flames]

[Sitting on a stool in the darkroom, Takasugi seems rather absorbed in the contact sheet he's just assembled. Scattered on the table around him are several preliminary prints, which even by the red glow, it's plain to see, are of particularly gruesome and rather elaborately staged scenes of violent death. Disturbingly, Zura seems to be his star ( Read more... )

[the sound of a pipe being lit, someone inhaling, and then blowing smoke]

Easily riled, aren't you?

...They don't burn like I'd hoped. Are they fireproof? Tch.

At least Zura seems to be enjoying himself.

I can smell the smoke from here. The flames must be beautiful.

How disappointing that I'm still in the woods and missing all the fun. I wonder if you will leave anything at all for me to burn when I get back...