Setting: Cricket Bedroom
Time: Night 005, late day 2 of night!
Summary: The phantasms come for everyone's 'favourite' liar.
Warnings: This thread contains plot
Machi sat in a corner of the cricket bedroom, playing with one of the kunai and keeping one eye one Lorenzo, the man who had watched him die. He was deep in thought, and worried about Anna. She was actually pretty much all he was thinking about--the horrific happenings to her throat and the abduction in general made him fear for her, much moreso than he'd ever feared for Lamiroir, even when she had been blind. The fear wasn't the only negative emotion running through him, though--there was anger, and a sick, nauseating feeling that crawled and knotted in his stomach when he thought about what had happened to her.
With that man--Machi tended not to think of him in terms of name, simply because he didn't like him--watching over Anna, Machi was now relatively useless, which frustrated him. His crosslegged position was pressing the gun into his stomach, which was uncomfortable, but he liked being reminded that it was there. He turned the kunai over restlessly, watching the light play off its edges, which it had several of. This light reflected off his sunglasses slightly, but his facial expression didn't change at all.
He was very glad he'd finally found her, but...