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"The splash of the shower hitting the floor, the glub of the flow going down the drain, the burbles when it ran through the pipes, the echo as it rippled above the ceiling, and then the repeat of the whole damned cycle, all of them were vibrant and vivid, ringing constantly in his ears.""He could feel the monster drifting back to hibernation, leaving his true self to take control, and his true self was clouded with rage.""That was when his gaze landed on a particular figure, startling his thoughts and his ideas about getting rid of insanity. It was a man, tall and stark, clad in teal, wearing a pair of headphones over his fuzzy hair, and carrying a shamisen on his shoulder."“Shinsuke.”Bansai's voice was right over him now, and yet he still felt the space at his back hollow."Or: What could happen if Takasugi found himself a cursed hideout after the ambush on Enshou, to get lost in his griefs and wandering thoughts, and to hold onto a failed belief in the vague chance of seeing Bansai again.