[Yuca is sitting at the edge of the lake, staring out toward it idly, as if merely passing the time. His eyes are cold. Hollow. Dead. There's a blade on the ground next to him, but it's clean- no blood, no dirt ( Read more... )

[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, and Yuca is nowhere to be seen ( Read more... )

[Private to Kurotsuchi || Hackable]

[Blood is smeared against the camera of the PCD, making it harder to discern the figure on the ground in front of it. Yuca's good arm is outstretched, holding onto the device, while his left is tucked against his chest, the splintered bone casting a rather ugly shape onto the skin ( Read more... )

[He's figured out how to turn on the PCD, and stares into the screen for a moment in scrutiny, before clearing his throat. His voice is as small as he is, a little squeaky, but completely calm.]They say you should be careful, but... everyone here in Adstring has been kind so far. Break and Miss Kurotsuchi and Saul and Sasami, and everyone else- I ( Read more... )