Everyone wishes they could change the past.

Monday, 22 August 2011

What they have forgotten, no matter

Shouldn't you be a little more curious? I don't want to end up like the cat.
I can hear something from Vanitas' room. Scritch, scritch, scritch. Scritch scritch. It's scratching at the door. I sometimes hear moans. They're unearthly.

She locked the door. That means I'm not allowed in. But there's something in there, and it wants to get out. But Vanitas locked the door, so I'm not allowed in...

... I'll be back shortly. I may be some time.
-Achromatic Morality-

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