[Things aren't any better than they were two days ago. Ries is dead, Kido is dead, Hans is dead, Diana is dead, Kantera is dead.
And Shintaro Kisaragi killed Lena and Arai. Yet here he is, alive and unpunished. He spends most of his time in Room 5, staring up at the ceiling and staring at a particular picture on his iphone. He's covered in pine needles because they just keep falling and he doesn't even care anymore. Though, if anything strange is starting to happen in the room, he'll certainly notice it.
Later on, you'll find him in the kitchen, sitting down with his hands buried in his arms––tightly gripping his phone from which soft music is playing. If he doesn't eat, he dies. But what's the point? Even the soda doesn't taste good anymore. There's an untouched sandwich on the table next to him. He doesn't want to go into the foyer, where his guilt is written on the walls, or the dining room, where he destroyed two lives––so staying here will have to do. If you catch him looking up, you'll notice heavy, dark bags under his eyes and light bruising on his hands, in addition to the healing burn from last week.
Late night, unable to sleep, Shintaro will brave the Library, spending most of the night lounging in a comfy chair by himself, stewing in his own misery. As his insomnia persists, he'll start halfheartedly looking through the many tomes for anything that particularly catches his eye. Pick up a book, flip through it's pages, set it back down. Repeat. What's the point? He really doesn't know––maybe he just wants to avoid being a complete waste of oxygen...although that ship probably already sailed when he sent two people to their deaths.
Investigation + ota sads
And Shintaro Kisaragi killed Lena and Arai.
Yet here he is, alive and unpunished. He spends most of his time in Room 5, staring up at the ceiling and staring at a particular picture on his iphone. He's covered in pine needles because they just keep falling and he doesn't even care anymore. Though, if anything strange is starting to happen in the room, he'll certainly notice it.
Later on, you'll find him in the kitchen, sitting down with his hands buried in his arms––tightly gripping his phone from which soft music is playing. If he doesn't eat, he dies. But what's the point? Even the soda doesn't taste good anymore. There's an untouched sandwich on the table next to him. He doesn't want to go into the foyer, where his guilt is written on the walls, or the dining room, where he destroyed two lives––so staying here will have to do. If you catch him looking up, you'll notice heavy, dark bags under his eyes and light bruising on his hands, in addition to the healing burn from last week.
Late night, unable to sleep, Shintaro will brave the Library, spending most of the night lounging in a comfy chair by himself, stewing in his own misery. As his insomnia persists, he'll start halfheartedly looking through the many tomes for anything that particularly catches his eye. Pick up a book, flip through it's pages, set it back down. Repeat. What's the point? He really doesn't know––maybe he just wants to avoid being a complete waste of oxygen...although that ship probably already sailed when he sent two people to their deaths.
It's another hard day.]