[It's more practicality than faith, but at least it seemed to motivate Yuya somehow.]
Alright.
[The short hall forks off, and Jiro goes right. Another set of doors are at the end, old and new. He opens the old one.
Upon entering, Yuya will find himself standing with a few other people outside what appears to be a large hangar of some sort. The door is open and inside there is one bed with rails and an IV pole next to it. On the ground next to the bed is some sort of breastplate made of metal and electronics. It's broken and some of the wires are mangled.
Stepping through the doorway is Jiro. In the center of his chest is a large scar surrounded by a black circle of flames. There's black smoke-like tendrils rising from his body. He has no reaction to Yuya being there, stalking straight for the group of people.]
a memory~
Alright.
[The short hall forks off, and Jiro goes right. Another set of doors are at the end, old and new. He opens the old one.
Upon entering, Yuya will find himself standing with a few other people outside what appears to be a large hangar of some sort. The door is open and inside there is one bed with rails and an IV pole next to it. On the ground next to the bed is some sort of breastplate made of metal and electronics. It's broken and some of the wires are mangled.
Stepping through the doorway is Jiro. In the center of his chest is a large scar surrounded by a black circle of flames. There's black smoke-like tendrils rising from his body. He has no reaction to Yuya being there, stalking straight for the group of people.]