In your mind's eye lives a memory, hard to find, blinded by pain
[If you know Yuu personally, you might have noticed that he's gone missing again. Perhaps you've been searching for him, worried about the troubled child. Perhaps you don't know him at all, but you couldn't help but to follow the little gray and aged-looking trail that twisted the hallways of the dressing-room, growing larger as it lead to a tiny room with a old door just barely cracked open.
Perhaps you stand at the door for a moment, listening to the sound of a baby crying from within. And maybe the scent of rotted flesh made you gag, and your eyes watered at how strong it was. Or maybe you simply entered the room, unafraid and determined. Either way, the scent of rot is replaced with the scent of fresh blood as you do. But the crying doesn't stop. It gets louder, as a child's quiet weeping joins the infant's desperate wailing.
And the weeping comes from Yuu, who is sitting on the floor next to a baby's crib. He looks smaller and softer today, thin and frail and broken. His face and arms are bruised, and he's bound to the crib by a cruel shackle of barbed wire that's embedded into his ankle. He doesn't look up, he might not even notice that you're in the room with him at first. So perhaps you check on the sobbing baby before helping him. And if you do look inside of the crib?
You'll find nothing more than a large smear of blood, and the crying will suddenly stop.]
Perhaps you stand at the door for a moment, listening to the sound of a baby crying from within. And maybe the scent of rotted flesh made you gag, and your eyes watered at how strong it was. Or maybe you simply entered the room, unafraid and determined. Either way, the scent of rot is replaced with the scent of fresh blood as you do. But the crying doesn't stop. It gets louder, as a child's quiet weeping joins the infant's desperate wailing.
And the weeping comes from Yuu, who is sitting on the floor next to a baby's crib. He looks smaller and softer today, thin and frail and broken. His face and arms are bruised, and he's bound to the crib by a cruel shackle of barbed wire that's embedded into his ankle. He doesn't look up, he might not even notice that you're in the room with him at first. So perhaps you check on the sobbing baby before helping him. And if you do look inside of the crib?
You'll find nothing more than a large smear of blood, and the crying will suddenly stop.]