...music.
It's... pretty. It's coming from the forest.
...I'm afraid to go.
I... I miss home.
I miss him. It's selfish to wish he was still here... in this horrible place.
But that music... it's telling me to come. To go. I want to see what is it... I know there's something for me, something I just have to see, but I really...
I'm really afraid what might happen. I've already died...
...but I have my paper Mogeta. My lucky charm...