71st Journey [Accidental Voice/Video]

[reginagloriae]

...M-Mom? [There's a young girl dressed in a pink dress and white blouse, looking frightened in a tidy room. She is Japanese and aside of her slightly reddened hair tied in twin pigtails there is nothing abnormally foreign about her her. On bed there is The Art of War by Sun Tzu next to The Prince by Machiavelli. Both in their original languages. She scurries out the bed, bitting her bottom lip.

She's holding a folded pair of blue jeans.]

Mom? Mommy?! D-Dad? Someone, please? W-Where I am?

[She wipes the tears from her eyes.]