the campfire does little to warm him . he is confused , his hair sticking to his forehead & his shoulder still aches after being hunted , hung and abandoned on a rusty old hook . how strange , the last thing he remembers is being on the open sea . a storm coming up ... and then ? darkness . a fog that consumed him & his little boat . now he sits here , and there is another campfire a few feet away where some of the others sit , talk with quiet voices ... yoichi doesnt know them , he doesnt dare to speak to them . he thinks , maybe this is a dream and he will wake up sooner or later ... be back on his boat , maybe passed out from the storm , but safe and sound . he would simply make his way back to the shore , repair his boat and then go on another trip sooner or later . arms hug his knees to his chest now , the yellow raincoat he wears feels cold and damp , his turtle neck itches on his neck ... he is cold and hot at the same time . his gaze only rises when he hears footsteps approach and he sees that it is the same man who he was trapped in a mental institution with just a few hours ( ? ) ago . trying to repair generators to get out of that nightmare . yoichi doesnt know @outlaste 's name , but he seems nice . helped him during that sick and twisted hide and seek , patched him up ... before yoichi died . got consumed by darkness yet again . ❛ h ... hello ? ❜ voice trembles , while his eyes stay on the man in a police uniform . his brain feels hardwired , trying to find the right words to say ... trying to formulate a proper sentence in english . ❛ sit ... uhm , sit with ... me ? ❜