When I looked up, I saw a familiar face in the mirror.
I thought for a while before remembering that he was one of the prop department staff on the set. What was his name again? Takahashi something...
Before I could remember his name, someone knocked on the door and called from outside, "Takahashi, are you done?"
"Oh, coming." Takahashi grabbed the towel hanging around his neck, wiped his face, and reached out to turn off the faucet.
Creak, creak...
The old faucet tightened with a groan, and the water stopped.
Takahashi picked up the toothbrush and toothpaste from the sink.
Drip, drip... drip...
Clear water trickled from the faucet.
"Huh?" Takahashi glanced over. His hand loosened on the towel, and he reached for the faucet again.
The faucet was clearly turned off, yet water kept flowing out.
The yin energy in the water spread through the cramped washroom.
Splash...
Takahashi turned the faucet on and off again, but a thin stream of water still trickled down.
Knock, knock!
The person outside knocked again.
Takahashi had no choice but to give up and open the door. "I think the faucet's broken."
The person outside stuck his head in for a look. "Tell someone from the Shimada family later. I don't even know if this place has a repairman."
"Even if they do, they can't get here, can they? I heard there was heavy snow this morning, and the roads have frozen over." Takahashi walked out, brushing past the other man.
There were still people waiting outside.
"The faucet's broken?"
"Did it freeze?"
"I don't know. I'll go tell someone." Takahashi said as he headed out.
Thud.
The man who had just entered the washroom shut the door.
I wanted to stay in the washroom, but Takahashi dragged me along as