Angles of death: Ayanokoji Invasion

Pretty Blue

What did he forget...?

He mentioned something about alexandrite, which is a rare and valuable gemstone known for its unique color-changing properties. I wonder if he was referring to the jewel itself.

Feeling encroached upon by a growing sense of unease triggered by the vague and ineffective hint, Ray hesitantly continues down the dimly lit short hallway that leads further into the unfamiliar surgery room.

Upon entering, she discovers herself surrounded by the confines of a compact, dimly illuminated space that resembles a modest shed in its structure and feel. The meticulous arrangement of items within this confined area strikes her as peculiar, almost bordering on unnaturally neat and orderly. As her eyes adjust to the scant light filtering through a lone, flickering blue-hued bulb fixed in the ceiling, the room's rudimentary yet peculiar organization becomes more apparent, hinting at a hidden purpose behind the seemingly random placement of objects in such a confined space.

It would appear that this room is supplied by water; she can hear water droplets trickling from a facet somewhere in the room, falling in even intervals. The room smells faintly of rust.

I wonder if that coffee was made from this water...

The tall steel shelves that stand imposingly in the room are impeccably organized, each clear jar neatly aligned and filled with a fascinating array of specimens collected over time. Among the collection, a particularly large jar catches the eye; its contents mysterious and captivating. Inside, a strange liquid suspends countless small round objects that dance rhythmically, creating a mesmerizing display that beckons closer inspection.

These are...eyes...

"They're...all blue..."

Unthinkingly, she takes several steps back from that ghastly sight, and stumbles over a large white box. With a loud crash, she tumbles to the ground along with the box - and from it spill a vast number of fake eyes or atleast she believes. Red, green, blue - the three colours roll about the floor chaotically.

"...Rachel, have you found my eye?"

Her heart jumps. She hears Danny's voice sounding out behind her.

"Doctor...what are these...?"

Despite understanding that these are fake eyes, Ray wants confirmation. She hadn't even considered the possibility that Danny's forgotten item might be an eye. Because, after all, as the doctor had peered at her above the rims of his glasses in the darkness - she had clearly seen herself reflected in those eyes.

"Those are eyes. Say, Rachel, which one do you think is mine?"

His eye...?

Still completely bewildered by the unusual sight before her, the girl's gaze frantically searched among the scattered eyeballs that littered the ground. After a moment of hesitation, she finally made her decision and pointed at a vibrant blue eyeball, its color mirroring the exact hue of her own somber yet mesmerizing eyes.

"I...want pretty eyes. If I had eyes like yours...I'd be overjoyed."

That's what the doctor said...

"Hahah, Rachel, I'm happy. You mean the blue one, right? I really do adore blue eyes. You have them, too. But...I don't need that blue one. It's nothing but a poor imitation...compared to your eyes. The only blue eyes I need are yours."

In a fleeting moment of contemplation, he glances sharply at the eye Ray has indicated, his expression tense before softening as his gaze shifts to meet Ray's. A faint curve forms on his lips, but it lacks the genuine warmth of a smile. It becomes apparent that Ray's eyes, in their current state, fail to reflect the depth of emotion he longs to see. Danny, more than anyone, understands the true essence of Ray's gaze and the nuances that go beyond the surface.