In this M A Z E of pain and horror,
In the confusion of this U N K I N D world,
Can I still hope for compassion?
Can I still hope for H A P P I N E S S?
Will you try to understand me?
Ritsu Namine, you have a visitor.
Ritsu looked at the door with a hint of expectation and hope. Was it a friend or an enemy? He hoped it would be someone nice... He adjusted his dress with the usual discomfort, always regretting leaving all his male clothing at his so called home. Hiding all the self inflicted wounds under his long sleeves, the young redhead looked at the person in front of him with a bit of suspicion and fear, wondering if he should say something first.
"H-hey..." He tried to stop the paranoia from kicking in, but it was getting the best of him. The depression that was taking over his mind and body was almost unbearable, but he tried his best to look at least "normal", if that was even possible for someone like him. Biting his lower lip, he was quiet for a moment gathering courage to finally open his mouth and ask. "W-who are you?"