• "Minoru, father says when you die; I can keep you as a doll to play with. Isn't that great?" She was sitting in her usual corner staring at the only window in the gray room. Black bangs covered most of the expressionless face from that young child. Perhaps it's for the best, such a creature remains unknown.
    To remain blank and alone.

    Flicking a pocket knife in and out of its sheath, the hooded figure walked against the brown buildings of the city. The sun was setting behind him as mist came out from his hooded face. A few droplets of crimson remained on the tip of the cold metal. Each drop slowly crystallizing with the iced world surrounding them. Tonight he had to find Takeshi, before another friend is lost.
    Barely a shimmer was left in the sky. His wretched legs slowly turned numb from climbing up open stairs. Throbbing numbness, slowly eating Minoru's body away.
    At the top floor he leaned against the enemy's door. Hopefully Takeshi came back to his senses. If not then this is a fight the beast has home field advantage over. Not a sound came through the walls. Mind racking silence came through those paper thin walls.
    With a mutter of a curse under his breath, Minoru used the tip of his grandfather's knife to unlock the door. Ever so quietly opening the door, praying for that scarred white face to greet him (a pray to see death.) Breaking free from his chest a frightened heart banged like drums.
    Ever so disappointing, no x-friend.
    Punching him in the face was a horrid smell. As if the place was left to rot for years without end. Yet the place was absolutely spotless! Not a speck of dirt lying against the snow white walls or a bloody fingerprint against a door knob! Did he know of his arrival? Did he just think of tidying up? This isn't like Takeshi at all. Something's amiss.
    Pacing himself in baby steps to not leave a trace, Minoru searched the place with his hawk like eyes. There has to be proof that Takeshi killed Zian. His bedroom was clean. So was the bathroom and kitchen. Yet the pungent smell of mold was still wreaking the place.
    Final room to check. The closet. Takeshi must have cleaned up here too and Minoru's smell is in his head. Placing his gloved hand against the door it creaked open. It was as clean as he expected.
    Clean, aside from the fact of his dead sister's face.
    And a sound came.
    His sister's phone on the ground beside his feet. Picking it up, he heard emotion filled words of her. Praying for Minoru to be safe.