[The hallway stretches away- long and dark, the ending out of sight, though the trip had not been a long one. Nothing moves in the shadows, though they seem unusually thick.]
[And the room ahead is not Mitsuru's dorm room at all, but the inside of an apartment bedroom, sparsely furnished. There are no curtains or blinds on the window, and a city stretches out below, the setting sun coming in to stain the scene red. On the bedstand, there is a picture with a man, a woman, and two children; it is cracked, and the floor is swarming with terapedes. The staff lies on the bed.]