A Man With No Face

Maybe it's not your own shadow, maybe its something else, something totally different.

The TV screen. The man with No Face is still sitting in the chair. Brown suit, black shoes, white dust, glossy mask adhering to his face. His posture to is unchanged since we last saw him.

His eyes are hidden by the mask, but we can tell they are locked on something. What could he be staring at with such intensity? As if responding to our thoughts, the TV camera begins to move along his line of vision. At the point of focus stands bed, a single bed made of unadorned wood, and in it sleeps Eri Asai.

The TV screen. The man with No Face.

But maybe it's not your own shadow, maybe its something else..