Is there a curse that would cause the body to slowly rot?

[There's a pause followed by water running.]

It would seem that my body is doing what bodies of the dead are meant to. Perhaps it will be gone by tomorrow.

[Kazuo has been staring at a piece of paper to write his list when he realizes something important.]

What makes something naughty or nice?

Dear Santa,

I believe that I have been cursed today. I do not believe in you since you are not someone that exists. Therefore, the point of this letter becomes pointless. Something that occurs with many of these curses.

Since you do not exist, there is no point in asking you to read this later.

Sincerely,
Kazuo

I have heard a lot about Thanksgiving since October. Now it seems there is another one.

What is the significance of this holiday?

I think that I am haunted.

[A pause.]

There are thirteen people following me that are not meant to be here. They are also dead.

[He would know.]

[Kazuo comes on as blank as ever.]

I have a question.

[He aims the device downwards at a dagger.]

( Dagger Picture )

[Kazuo stares blankly at the screen before looking out at the people that are there.]

All of the people are back.

[He tilts his head.]

Do not get in the way.

[Kazuo appears in all his black and white glory. Somehow, the coloring suits him.]

The color is gone.

[Yes. That's all he had to say.]

[Kazuo is standing in the middle of a small clearing in the forest. There are targets on the trees around him. It seems like the device is leaning against a tree behind him, aiming at him and what he's doing ( Read more... )

[Kazuo can be seen sitting on one of the horses at the carousel. If he's cold he doesn't show it. Instead he sits there perfectly still staring out at the snow. He doesn't seem bothered by the storm at all.]

It makes things clean.

[He tilts his head a little.]

Do people like snow?