"Oh."
The human model gave no opinion on the matter.
He slowly and stiffly bent down to pick up the scattered plastic organs on the ground, one by one.
"Am I a monster?"
As Bando picked up the "heart," he asked this question.
It was as though he was asking Kamiyagawa, who was watching him, or perhaps some other entity.
"No." Kamiyagawa responded softly but firmly, then glanced at the man still unconscious and restrained to the railing. "You are not."
The winter daylight was short, and after all the commotion, the sun was already descending towards the western horizon.
As the setting sun sank slowly between distant mountain ranges, it resembled a forlorn wandering soul, drowning in solitude. The twilight bathed the abandoned school in a desolate red hue, staining its dilapidated and broken structures.
The faint light of dusk spilled onto the corridor, weakly illuminating the mannequin model, reflecting a lifeless and lonely dim glow.
