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For weeks, Shizoku had been camped up inside of the make shift room he'd been given since the first day he'd come to the mansion. The left room to the entry way from the stairs. How no one had really even seen it, was benign to him at this point. Laying there, on his bed. his body remained motionless, cold even. His hair re grown out to its almost original length. While his clothes were unchanged an ripped apart.
The man was sick, something he'd recently developed over the past couple of weeks which had rendered his ability to do really much of anything. A cross over strand, between Jenova cells, and an unknown virus which had entered his blood stream the night he had returned to the mansion, feeling ill as of late that night. From then on out, he'd remained a vegetable. A few were looking for him, wondering where he would have gone, but he could not speak, hell, he could not do anything but lay there. Submitted into a coma like stasis which was for how long, no one could be sure of. every now and then, he would grunt in his sleep. Reduced to a ever lasting nightmare i nhis mind of him, ripped away from everyone, and everything he loved. Forced to sit there in the cold, darkness of his own mind.
could any body help him, hell, would anyone even know he was up there, in the mansion this whole time. Though unable to do anything with his body, Shizoku was able to send out a wave of energy from his body, unseen by eyes, but felt throughout the presence of the large housing for them all. A last resort he'd been reduced to using, while he hoped someone would find him. he needed help, and soon..