a man sitting at his desk, with a strange smile, looks at the scalpel in his fingers, twirling it around. The blade glitters in the dim light, giving a light sunbeam to your face when the man's face turns to you. he puts his fist under his cheek and throws one leg over the other, looking back at you. « do you need something? » a voice asked, impassive and cold, the scalpel dropped down on the table, Ogai looked at you