When the IMAGE returns, it's just Dazai against a dark background, with flashes of ambient noise every now and then. His smile held a hint of irritation.
In the off chance anyone broke in and headed to the kitchen without Dazai hearing them, they'd find him lying on the floor next to an upended chair, eyes closed.]
There has to be a better way of doing this. [Distantly,] That ice looks rather slippery.
[The image cuts abruptly to one of Dazai, wide-eyed and pale, lying in the snow, neck twisted at an odd angle, a pool of blood spreading from the back of his head. It's an obvious exaggeration -]
[2/?]
When the IMAGE returns, it's just Dazai against a dark background, with flashes of ambient noise every now and then. His smile held a hint of irritation.
In the off chance anyone broke in and headed to the kitchen without Dazai hearing them, they'd find him lying on the floor next to an upended chair, eyes closed.]
There has to be a better way of doing this. [Distantly,] That ice looks rather slippery.
[The image cuts abruptly to one of Dazai, wide-eyed and pale, lying in the snow, neck twisted at an odd angle, a pool of blood spreading from the back of his head. It's an obvious exaggeration -]