It's...warm. And dark. And altogether indescribable. A soothing ocean of darkness, undulating gently around him. Ryoji himself seems to be without form, a shapeless mass in the folds of nothingness.
There's a feeling of safety, of...not love, precisely. A strange fondness. A feeling of ownership. Not from Ryoji. From the endless shadow around him
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Who are you?
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Sorry. My name is Ryoji. Who are you?
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