I know what it's missing,
Fujimura turns around and in between blinks sees an empty window, a large circle of glass cut out of it, in the process of falling to the streets below.
He blinks.
In between instants, there's now an obscenely sharp knife tip hovering over the surface of his left eye, half a milimeter distance between his optic and something that would gouge it like a hot... well, knife through vitreous butter.
He resists the urge to blink, even as the oddly contorted gremlin of a sister to the Oni, leans in next to his ear, her hair obscuring her pale face, and croaks out in a voice he hadn't heard for decades.
"I'll gut you." He hears the voice of his mother out of the Kusanagi sibling's throat, the faint exhalation of air now suddenly triggering goosebumps of flesh over his neck and down his back.
He blinks. Motoko Kusanagi isn't there. Somewhere below a pane of glass smashes against the street, startling everyone, including Fujimura.
The room is empty.