Ogata scratches his stubble, a thought bubble appearing above his head. Oh god.

" Yeah, I can relate. I had a.. I knew.. I've heard about a similar guy. "

Slicking his hair back.

" Who's Ghiaccio? We just sat down to talk and you started with that. "

Ogata stands up, and quietly begins to walk back to the staircase which had led him up here, not even looking back at that edge once.

Someone had killed themselves here a few months prior. It's a coward's way out. At least he thinks so.

But now he is in the shoes of that same coward. And it's eating at him.

The thought of being the same as that man who he despises for taking a "coward's way out".. it infuriates him [+]

The thought of him fucking up so royally, and that thought alone, is what puts fear into Ogata.

He doesn't like being scared, no one does. But the feeling is so excruciatingly strong that he can't stand to feel it.

His eyes look down from the edge of the rooftop and onto the ground. [+]

He's never needed anyone before, so why should he now? The man willingly killed his entire family for fuck's sake. How come it is when he's finslly gotten what he wants..

..He feels so hollow. So miserable and--for lack of a better term--pathetic. [+]

He had found his mondane routine of attempting to go out and interact with the cityfolk has become frustraitingly difficult, as no one seems to take interest in him aside from his physical appearence.

He pauses, waking up from the trance.

What is he thinking? [+]

Initial discomfort, the wildcat continues to observe the city's veins work. Cars from different periods of time drive quickly through the snowy road, children and teenagers are discussing homework and video games.

Yet Ogata's life has stopped feeding into the city's rhythm.