It wasn’t easy traveling across a ruined world with no survivors as far as the eye can see with a bunch of abandoned, broken, and forgotten places. There were many discarded signs of life which have not been touched in a while. Toys once held by a child and loved by a child now lied forgotten and dirty, never to be picked up again.
Yuri wouldn’t have imagined for things to end like this. For everything to be so lifeless, so empty, so lonely. With being the sole survivor of his found family left, he found himself reflecting on past events as well as the possible lives of others when he found possessions that could have belonged to someone.
Though he wasn’t entirely alone, he still had Repede. Well, at least his spirit was with him. His partner had died with the rest of them, but Repede’s spirit still wandered by his side, guiding him through this lonely world, helping him survive and giving him hope not to give up even if everything around them looked hopeless.
“You sure you sense something this way, Repede?” Another survivor, perhaps? It will be a big relief to find someone other than himself still alive. Despite how he didn’t mind solitude before, he found himself wishing for some form of living company. But regardless, he followed after his wispy companion, catching ear of some growling. A collection of growls, in fact.
He’s suddenly weary of what’s ahead, hand tightly gripping at the broom he used as a weapon from any potential danger. The growls get louder and he sees about three dogs looking up towards a broken carousel. Was something up there? He couldn’t see, but Repede’s ghostly form rushes in to spook the dogs, and Yuri follows after with his broom, doing what he can to scare them off even if it involves harming them. They were violent and wild dogs, he can’t be too soft least he gets hurt. Any injury to big will probably end in his death.
He would’ve been perfectly fine with spending the rest of his life here, on top of this carousel, and listening to the horrifying growls of the dogs down below, except he’s not perfectly fine with it. He knows at one point they’d probably give up him. That’s normally what happens when stay away from any animals’ reach long enough. They’ll lost interest, but there’s no telling how long Mikleo has to wait until they give up on him. He doesn’t really want to spend the night on top of the carousel, lest he wakes up cold and sick and wet because of midnight dew.
Mikleo has absolute doubt there’s anyone alive to help him out of this predicament. Alive, because those weird, ghost-like things aren’t alive, and Mikleo sure as hell doesn’t count on them to save him.
Except, well, that’s exactly what happens.
The next thing he knows, he’s already hearing the dogs whine and bark, and Mikleo scrambles to look at what’s happening. Eyes widening at the sight, he’s taken aback at seeing one of those ghost-like things---a dog ghost-thing, no less!---attacking the feral dogs, and just when he’s already about to pray for his life, because he’s pretty sure things still won’t end well for him, there’s someone---someone alive---coming to finish the job with a broom.
Mikleo blinks, at a loss for words for a moment, and then he scrambles on his knees to call the man’s attention.『 um, hey! ...you’re not some weird guy, are you? 』
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