[fox is sitting in a corner on the floor, slumped against the wall at an odd angle in order to relieve pressure on his injured hip. blood has soaked through his kimono on that side but doesn't appear to be fresh. his expression is vacant, almost hollow, and he looks exhausted, bags under his eyes and his skin pale... no, white. white as in monochromatic. there's very little color left on him at this point, the sofaform disorder having started to take hold.

but when shu enters he notices, his eyes moving before his head slowly lifts]

... Shu...? Is that... truly you?