"Child"
My muse has turned into a four year old child with a four year old mindset–no memories of their older selves or people they know. Send “child” to my inbox to interact with my muse.
Ryou walked out of his room, nearly tripping over the shirt that dragged down near his feet. This place didn’t look like his house. . . He saw white hair, and presuming it was his father made his way over and gently shook the figure. “Dady my clothes are too big!”











