Pasonia was playing Yakuza 2 on the PS3, spending time away. He believed himself to have survived the day pretty well; his behavior - one generally out of place compared to the rest of the team - was pretty low-profile, even if a little queer.
Of course, what he last expected in the darkness of his room was to be dragged out onto the streets so forcefully, that he was thrown from his house's second floor room right out onto the streets.
"Auuuuugh... shit, my back..."
Pasonia winced in pain, groaning quite loudly, before realising that this *is* the kill the mutated wolves are conducting. He knew that death was imminent; there was much less likelihood of surviving a throw-out from the second floor if the person doing the throwing happened to be one of a group, and even less so if it was one of a pack of wolves.
Then, the shrill cries and the howling, one effective enough to strike deep fear, rang near his ears.
Pasonia wished for his bed again, like he did earlier. As the werewolves circled him, Pasonia calmly spoke, even if his mouth was shaking uncontrollably, in the gut-wrenching, piss-inducing face of death:
"When you guys... go back to your human state... tomorrow, remember to get me buried... near my house facing towards the West... on this bed. Get a Taoist priest to conduct my rites."
The werewolves kept closing in; Pasonia could only hope that the werewolves' sane sides were at least, well, humane enough to accede to this last wish. When at last Pasonia felt his soul disconnected with his mangled body, he was happy.
The death of Pasonia was tragic, but painless.
Meanwhile, back in the room, the game paused at a rather cryptic line.
"Men should be a little bit stupid at times; stupidity doesn't get 'em killed faster than being too smart does."