[ - something of a clattering noise as the feed kicks on, awkwardly angled. those who know chie might recognize the green track jacket filling the camera's field of vision; the red splatters staining parts of it should be easy to place as blood. there's labored, wheezy breathing in the background, and scattered gunfire, farther off.
chie has been shot. there's maybe a full minute of pained noises and struggling movement before the feed disappears into the shadow of chie's hand covering the lens, then the feed cuts out.]
[[ooc - so yeah. ._. chie was out doing an early morning training/patrol deal near the docks when grit opened fire. most responses will be icly delayed. o/]]