video | january 01
[the video comes on a few minutes after midnight, angled to face death city heights’ building 4. at first glance, it looks normal - no lights on in it as the sole empty partner building - but on closer inspection, something is off about the second floor windows. they look a little smoky, and even seem to be just slightly glowing rather than just reflecting the street lights outside.
kasai’s silhouette appears in the edge of the video frame. he’s watching the building and tossing something small and roundish up and down in one hand. he glances at his watch and sighs, then takes a step back, winds up, and hurls whatever was in his hand at one of the second-floor windows.
when it hits the window, the glass shatters - and almost immediately after is an explosion of flame accompanied by a massive noise, nearly rocking the building. all the windows in that apartment are blasted out, and the balcony doors slam open to let a torrent of fire out. the windows and balcony doors in other apartments, whether cracked or broken, are now illuminated by bright, intense flames and shrouded near the ceilings in smoke.
above the noise of the fire and the cracking of walls and shattering glass is the sound of kasai laughing.]
Hah! I knew that’d work.
[he stands still for a moment, silhouetted in the glow of the flames, idly letting out a trail of cigarette smoke and watching his handiwork burn. then he turns and heads back to the communicator, picking it up and inadvertently (or maybe intentionally) letting it catch a glance of the scarred half of his face.]
Happy New Year, shitheads.
kasai’s silhouette appears in the edge of the video frame. he’s watching the building and tossing something small and roundish up and down in one hand. he glances at his watch and sighs, then takes a step back, winds up, and hurls whatever was in his hand at one of the second-floor windows.
when it hits the window, the glass shatters - and almost immediately after is an explosion of flame accompanied by a massive noise, nearly rocking the building. all the windows in that apartment are blasted out, and the balcony doors slam open to let a torrent of fire out. the windows and balcony doors in other apartments, whether cracked or broken, are now illuminated by bright, intense flames and shrouded near the ceilings in smoke.
above the noise of the fire and the cracking of walls and shattering glass is the sound of kasai laughing.]
Hah! I knew that’d work.
[he stands still for a moment, silhouetted in the glow of the flames, idly letting out a trail of cigarette smoke and watching his handiwork burn. then he turns and heads back to the communicator, picking it up and inadvertently (or maybe intentionally) letting it catch a glance of the scarred half of his face.]
Happy New Year, shitheads.