Sep 17, 2010 16:46
[Mukuro's dream isn't too terribly complex, however there is a lot to be had. First off, the room itself is the epitome of disarray. There are several desks, or what were desks, overturned and broken. Papers are scattered, ripped and forgotten. Technology is now a technical mess with broken glass everywhere. However these are not important are they?
No, not as important as the men laying dead around the room. There's four, at least, can be seen without a search of the place.
And from here enters a child from a door previously unseen. It's Mukuro, though clearly younger than his present day state. His bare footsteps are followed by a trail of pretty and disgusting red as he makes his way to the middle of the room. And just stops. And stands there.]
event!dream,
estraneo famiglia