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001 ☾ VIDEO // ACTION FOR ROUTE 29
[It's around nighttime when this video post comes up. A girl in a school uniform with a pair of read headphones on her neck smiles at the camera, seemingly used to this situation and not bothered by it at all. Judging by the scenery, she's already left New Bark Town.]
Hey, wandering around the woods at night like this reminds me of a story. If you're interested, keep listening. After all, no one's ever too old for a nice bedtime story!
[Her smile not faltering, she begins to recount the horrifying tale.]
Okay, so here it goes. Rumor has it that should one ever venture into a forest at night, you'll have the chance of encountering a creature resembling a very tall and skinny man wearing a suit with no face. His arms and legs are so thin and long, that they almost look like wires! If you stare at him too long, he will take you. But no matter how far you run, he'll always be there when you look back. Just standing there and watching.
Some say that if he doesn't take you away right there and then, you'll start to feel sick from that day on. Not only that, but if you look out your window, he'll be there. Just standing and watching. Until the day you go insane or he finally takes you away. Now, some rumors say that his victims are found a few days later hanging off the branches of dead trees, their internal organs removed and put back inside, only encased in a strange sac of unknown material.
Oh, and the thing about him? The more you think about him, the more likely he'll come to you.
[Without any warning, the face of a Duskull flies towards the camera. A deliberate jump scare. Minato giggles, pulling the Duskull away from the camera and holding him with her free arm.]
Well then! Wasn't that a fun story? I should make this a routine or something! Wouldn't that be nice?
Hey, wandering around the woods at night like this reminds me of a story. If you're interested, keep listening. After all, no one's ever too old for a nice bedtime story!
[Her smile not faltering, she begins to recount the horrifying tale.]
Okay, so here it goes. Rumor has it that should one ever venture into a forest at night, you'll have the chance of encountering a creature resembling a very tall and skinny man wearing a suit with no face. His arms and legs are so thin and long, that they almost look like wires! If you stare at him too long, he will take you. But no matter how far you run, he'll always be there when you look back. Just standing there and watching.
Some say that if he doesn't take you away right there and then, you'll start to feel sick from that day on. Not only that, but if you look out your window, he'll be there. Just standing and watching. Until the day you go insane or he finally takes you away. Now, some rumors say that his victims are found a few days later hanging off the branches of dead trees, their internal organs removed and put back inside, only encased in a strange sac of unknown material.
Oh, and the thing about him? The more you think about him, the more likely he'll come to you.
[Without any warning, the face of a Duskull flies towards the camera. A deliberate jump scare. Minato giggles, pulling the Duskull away from the camera and holding him with her free arm.]
Well then! Wasn't that a fun story? I should make this a routine or something! Wouldn't that be nice?
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The name tugs Ryoji away from Johto and back ho-- back to Iwatodai. The clear, understanding look in a pair of cool grey eyes, shaded like the moon. The softness of a bed underneath him -- the way he tried not to shake and found his voice more level than how he felt when he asked for the young leader's decision.
Waiting for the cock of a gun and --
finding himself waking up in a bed, with a woman ushering him out of the house for his journey.
There's other times, too, that start to file in after the memory. Kyoto, the hot springs, picking fortunes, hanging out with him and Junpei, meeting him. Being a young boy and visiting him every night, the feeling of sadness he had held in his heart when he felt himself fade after the last Shadow had been killed, meeting him.
Ten years ago, too -- killing a young boy's parents. Being sealed away. Trying to cry and rip out. Pulling him, ever so gently, to Iwaotdai --]