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Cutscene: Kenji Shimura

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April 19, 2011

6:50 PM

“C-come on, c-c-come on... come on!” 

The harsh sound of something scraping across a wooden floor continued as the young man muttered to himself, words nearly as shaky and stilted as his breathing. His brow glistened with sweat from his efforts, each individual second of this only straining his pitiful muscles all the more.

“Come on…” He lowered his shoulders and pushed again, thankful once more as he felt the wardrobe give another few inches. “Come on, come on…” The two words had become their own mantra, lacking almost all meaning as he repeated them over and over simply to motivate himself. His shirt clung to his thin frame, damp with sweat and stained with blood that most certainly wasn’t his. The latter only served as a reminder of what he had to look forward to if he didn’t finish in time. 

“Almost there...” Kenji growled, frustration in his tone beating out the anxious worry. With strength he didn’t even know he had, the young man slammed his shoulder into the wardrobe one last time, the substantial piece of wooden furniture finally tipping over in front of the door with a sound that seemed to reverberate through the entire room. Even then, with all the noise coming from just outside the room itself, he doubted anyone even heard it.

And if they did, they certainly were in no situation to pay it any mind.

Kenji allowed himself a triumphant laugh, exhausted as he was. Relief flooded through him as he surveyed his hastily-created barricade, of which the heavy wardrobe was only the most recent addition. A massage table shoved against the door was the first object serving as a barrier, the second being a gilded statue of the Buddha and that itself was followed by a heavy metal cart full of various oils, soaps and different types of lube.