[voice post]
It feels good to be back in my own body. Bishop, I--
[suddenly, a little video pops up, in the background, the voice of a younger Naoto telling a story]
"My parents and I were running away from something. Who were we running from? Why were we running?
I can't even remember my parents' faces."
[a large silence, and then heavy breathing]
No...stop it...
[hello video!
a series of images speed by at slow speed. the breaths of a terrified little girl are audible, the sounds of high-heeled feet running, hushed whimpers]
"I might have lost consciousness, or it might have just been an instant, or it might have been hours."
[the breathing hearable now is Naoto's, it's strained and pained, and there is one hint of anger]
Stop it. Stop it!
[the video starts again]
[ooc; Memory Theater Day Curse for Naoto. She, and anyone else who might see this, will go through the night her parents died, a.k.a. That Part Of Her Memory That She's Forgotten Kinda. Stick around for angst as I prove time and time again how cruel a mun I can be. Warning, heavy on the spoilers.]