[It's night. The stars and moon cast a dim light on an otherwise darkened room. The kitchen table. Yuca, sitting in a chair, his head resting in his folded arms ( Read more... )

[The video clicks on as the PCD clatters to the ground, fallen off of the blankets as Yuca throws them aside.

A quiet scream is heard, and from the awkward angle of the floor, a pattering of feet can be seen, running, running- but arriving nowhere.]

Name- my name-

[He stops just before the wall, slightly more in the view now that he was further ( Read more... )