Thud, thud, thud.
The sound of the hand drum became a bit fuller.
"For so many years, I've been unable to sleep well, every time I close my eyes I see Shun'e. I couldn't protect her, I'm useless. In the last moments of Shun'e's life, I wasn't even beside her, she must have been... must have been terrified."
Mr. Funakoshi's voice started to tremble.
Thud, thud, thud!
But the drumming became louder.
"I'm sorry to her."
"But what does that have to do with you? Shun'e was a beautiful, kind woman," Funakoshi strained to lift his head, his bloodshot eyes looking at the mutated dream man for the last time, "And you, shut up, you're just a disgusting monster... shut up!"
Thud, thud, thud!
The hand drum fluttered like a flapping butterfly, breaking free from Funakoshi's side, piercing through the dream man in front, and leaping towards the direction of the stairs.
Without the protection of the hand drum, Mr. Funakoshi murmured softly as the dream men surged around him like a tide...
