004. video
[Propped up neatly against a nearby rock, the camera focuses in on a shot of someone propped up under a tree just outside the village. His head hangs limply, his bangs droop; it would be easy to mistake him for dead, except that his chest is still slowly, barely rising with every breath he takes.
It's Yamanami, drenched in that one thing that he fears so much, bright red overlapping with rusty brown. Blood runs sluggishly down his face, his arms, more cuts hidden by his clothes. Some of it actually isn't his, but there's no way for anyone to know that now.
What will draw the attention, though, is his neck- or rather, what's on his neck. It's a scar: a long, pale pink band of tissue that rings perfectly around his neck and would be just about the width of a blade for the more observant. It was once covered up, but the bandages have since fallen away, still looped around his neck.]
[For a minute or so, the video is just him, just breathing, and then his eyes open just a sliver. They stare off into space as he registers his surroundings, the fact that he's still alive, and then he manages to lift his head and they find the camera.
The camera...part of the book...ah. He remembers now.]
Hello...? Sorry--[Sannan's voice is scratchy; he weakly clears his throat, pulling a face at the taste of stale blood.]
[Another slow, shuddering breath]
I'm...back.
It's Yamanami, drenched in that one thing that he fears so much, bright red overlapping with rusty brown. Blood runs sluggishly down his face, his arms, more cuts hidden by his clothes. Some of it actually isn't his, but there's no way for anyone to know that now.
What will draw the attention, though, is his neck- or rather, what's on his neck. It's a scar: a long, pale pink band of tissue that rings perfectly around his neck and would be just about the width of a blade for the more observant. It was once covered up, but the bandages have since fallen away, still looped around his neck.]
[For a minute or so, the video is just him, just breathing, and then his eyes open just a sliver. They stare off into space as he registers his surroundings, the fact that he's still alive, and then he manages to lift his head and they find the camera.
The camera...part of the book...ah. He remembers now.]
Hello...? Sorry--[Sannan's voice is scratchy; he weakly clears his throat, pulling a face at the taste of stale blood.]
[Another slow, shuddering breath]
I'm...back.