nineteenth prayer. [voice]
[There's only the sound of liquid hitting metal, a guzzling sound like it doesn't matter where it goes. Then, the flick of a lighter and a voice that's completely devoid of anything relating to sarcasm or mockery:]
Anyone who doesn't want their box anymore, lemme know.
[A moment and then something is obviously on fire, and what sounds like a pot being covered.
And that's it...for the public.]
You there? Tell me if you're there. Anything works.
We need to talk about Misaki.
Anyone who doesn't want their box anymore, lemme know.
[A moment and then something is obviously on fire, and what sounds like a pot being covered.
And that's it...for the public.]
You there? Tell me if you're there. Anything works.
We need to talk about Misaki.