ONLY MOTHER KNOWS BEST, says her inner voice attempting to be calm. back then, there wasn’t much she could do except protecting her child from ‘ them ’. those people would prove troublesome and that’s why she cooperated with them until they released her. discarding USELESS PEOPLE prove to be simple underneath their notorious threats. a sigh escapes, wondering if he took care of her precious child. faint prayers would be enough to ease her heart under the surveillance, watchful gazes from that glass window, with only a small camera and clouded voice ... another child was there --- he was the one who escorted her that very morning before disappearing.
long last, freedom grants this faint reunion ( I’M SORRY, FUTABA ... ); it’s been a long time since she last saw those playful smiles.
expecting for things to progress smoothly, a stranger bumps into her shoulder producing a light gasp. someone fairly young who carries this ordinary face ... how interesting! but it’s painfully obvious how lost the researcher is --- oh, woe is me. gazes fixate one another, she produces a calm aura that resonates maturity underneath each eye lash. it can’t hurt to receive directions since her memory is a little hazy from those drugs. ❝ i ... you wouldn’t happen to know where leblanc is? i’m expecting to meet with a man and my --- hmm? your eyes hold confusion. ❞ / sc @jokerdyne.
