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It was a rather humid summer night, the air light and cool, damp enough to stick to your skin. Itadori had been urban exploring with his friends, Fushiguro and Kugisaki, in an abandoned warehouse— which with no surprise, was vandalized with symbols and writings done with spray-paint.
Fushiguro held a camera, recording Kugisaki and Itadori as they joked around in front of him— balancing on a car park ledge while smiling like idiots. The street light in the background enough for the lens to focus. Kugisaki spun around playfully before jumping on Itadori who stumbled off balance momentarily.
He turned, panning the camera towards the nearby ocean in the dark— The waves unheard from the distance but just looking at it could make you imagine the melodic rhythm. The pair laughs in the background.
Moments later, in the background of the recording, Kugisaki yelped, and the sound of something falling caught before disappearing entirely. The recording jerked before blurring fast to where Kugisaki and Itadori once were. Fushiguro was met with an empty floor. He backed up out of fear, and found himself falling backwards. Everything faded black around the edges of his vision as he lost consciousness.
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A sudden, calming— unsettling feeling curled him. It was light, as if passed out or drugged. His mind was blanking out, barely even remembering the camera gripped in his hand. Fushiguro tried to move, but a sudden feeling shivered through him, like a brick had struck him in the chest. He took one, sickly inhale, sounding strangled before his surroundings suddenly changed, and an overwhelming electoral-buzz filled his ears.
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