[ this place isn't real.

everything about it pushed, if not shattered the constraints of what he knew. there is no structure, no tension, no ill will, no war, no hokkaido in sight.

that simply meant that the entirety of this realm was a threat in of itself.

ogata is silent as he's shuffled onto the cart, still feeling faint from his loss. just another demon inside his head trying to kill him — it's hardly anything new. when you settle into the boat, the man across from you is wearing a rather characteristic eyepatch — he gives you a small smile, hollow and tired.

a few minutes pass. you begin to enter the tunnel. darkness shrouds the two of you.

suddenly, the barrel of a rifle presses against your head in the darkness. it's cold and foreboding. ]

Tell me everything you know about this wasteland or I'll kill you.

[ he recognizes that smell.

he's being taunted.

how cruel.

a lone eye flickers over the food before him. he turns to you, a subtle, sly and almost empty grin on his face. ]

Want to see a trick?

[ a tilt of the head. ]

I might not look it, but I'm a pretty good showman...