[Unfortunately, there is no pulse, once Futaba gets the chance to check it. The body is cold, and whatever compliments and smooth words that may have fallen from their lips upon seeing Futaba are now silent.
There is a sense of chill, terrible chill, like a spider crawling up one's spine, once the body is fully uncovered. There can only be one conclusion:
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There is a sense of chill, terrible chill, like a spider crawling up one's spine, once the body is fully uncovered. There can only be one conclusion:
Laslow, The Spinner, is dead.]