031 [video]
[The video is at an awkward angle, showing Okita's face from somewhere below and to the right. What expression is visible is alert, his voice calm.]
Someone appears to be following me. I'm in the second district between -
[There is a blur of movement, and the device falls, the video jarring as it hits the street and finally refocusing on the night sky. Chains rattle somewhere offscreen, punctuated by the sound of blows falling on flesh.
Sandals scuff over stone. Another exchange of blows, a rattle, and the sounds of fighting are silent for a breathless second. A sudden loud thud almost drowns the sound of a choked cry in Souji's voice.
The video continues to show the still stars. Behind the device, the sound of footsteps and rattle of chains makes the softer noises hard to identify. A voice, perhaps familiar, can be heard, the words too muffled to discern.
Finally, a moonlight shadow darkens the image, and the video jolts and shifts, turning smoothly in someone's hand to show Okita slumped next to a whitewashed wall, his unbound hair falling over his face, and his kimono pulled off one shoulder. The exposed skin is slick with liquid that seems black in the poor light.
The feed cuts.]
Someone appears to be following me. I'm in the second district between -
[There is a blur of movement, and the device falls, the video jarring as it hits the street and finally refocusing on the night sky. Chains rattle somewhere offscreen, punctuated by the sound of blows falling on flesh.
Sandals scuff over stone. Another exchange of blows, a rattle, and the sounds of fighting are silent for a breathless second. A sudden loud thud almost drowns the sound of a choked cry in Souji's voice.
The video continues to show the still stars. Behind the device, the sound of footsteps and rattle of chains makes the softer noises hard to identify. A voice, perhaps familiar, can be heard, the words too muffled to discern.
Finally, a moonlight shadow darkens the image, and the video jolts and shifts, turning smoothly in someone's hand to show Okita slumped next to a whitewashed wall, his unbound hair falling over his face, and his kimono pulled off one shoulder. The exposed skin is slick with liquid that seems black in the poor light.
The feed cuts.]