Togusa hesitates when he sees the memory, the demon on the screen. Shuji had told him about October, but he had never witnessed what the man had gone through. "More of Vanderweele's fun," Togusa frowns. "Not a good thing to remind us of when you're at our mercy."

He steps forwards, and draws his utility knife from his belt, staring at the creature with a more determined glare. "Keep your cuts shallow, like you're just skimming the surface," he advises. He can't make eye contact with every eye on that thing, but he is certainly trying to.