[ The moment the first cut is made upon his skin, the white in the world washes away and they all find themselves back within the courtyard, the gardener flickering between the form of man and monster and requiring all of their strength and attention to keep him still. It takes a very long time, especially when precision is of the utmost importance, and soon it passes midnight and the sound washes away from the world, a reprieve from the howling and the screaming.
Imagine Hanako in the background holding his knife like "what... what did you guys even accomplish" because all it looks to him is that they've done nothing more than take a step backwards, breaking a bone to reset it again but the barriers along the door and windows and around the courtyard remain in place.
But they've learned the name of the person who may change that, a "dear friend," as Kazuki calls him, spent upon the ground with the binding finally complete, promising to speak to him when he is able to as well— but not tonight, as dawn approaches and he cannot stay. ]
oh thank god a summary
Imagine Hanako in the background holding his knife like "what... what did you guys even accomplish" because all it looks to him is that they've done nothing more than take a step backwards, breaking a bone to reset it again but the barriers along the door and windows and around the courtyard remain in place.
But they've learned the name of the person who may change that, a "dear friend," as Kazuki calls him, spent upon the ground with the binding finally complete, promising to speak to him when he is able to as well— but not tonight, as dawn approaches and he cannot stay. ]