Takeo Masaki carefully walked down into the cellar, hoping to find Richtofen. The Doctor had been missing all morning, and the last place he was seen was in the cellar doing experiments to ease his boredom. Dempsey had already been down there, and found only a cat, but Takeo knew he had not actually 'looked'.

Slowly, Takeo looked over everything, looking for some insight as to where Richthofen may have gone and what he had been up to this morning. The only thing to suggest anything was a Ray Gun discarded onto the table in a hurry and several burn marks around the room.

"What was Lichtofen doing with a Lay Gun?"

Carefully, Takeo took up the gun and eyed it over for anything. Nothing seemed wrong to him, minus the indicator pointing to yellow. With a shrug, Takeo aimed it at the target and fired a shot, not at all expecting the beam to reflect and hit him in the chest with a force that had him on his back.

With a gasp of pain, Takeo clutched at his chest, the fabric burned and melted, miraculously leaving his skin bruise and burn free, as agony spread over his entire chest.  He could barely move to get up and his voice seemed to have fled his throat. It was not long before the pain had spread to everywhere, like a wild fire.

Takeos' eyes widened with panic and fear as he struggled to breathe, to cry out for help, but he had no voice as unconsciousness and death crept out of every shadow at him. He would surely die if no one came down soon to help him.

After a while, Takeo decided that, perhaps, he was too tired to fight anymore and he closed his eyes...