[Okuyasu sticks his hand into one of the empty cases and feels around the bottom. Some sort of switch, a calling card, a hidden doll or a ransom note, more snack wrappers. And unopened snack, in the best case scenario. Whatever is beneath the cushions.]
Those little shits sound like they leave everything behind--
[And when his fingers brush against a metallic bit, the space around them darkens. Purple bruises spread over their vision, and when Okuyasu opens his eyes, he is blinded by a neon green surrounding.]
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Those little shits sound like they leave everything behind--
[And when his fingers brush against a metallic bit, the space around them darkens. Purple bruises spread over their vision, and when Okuyasu opens his eyes, he is blinded by a neon green surrounding.]