#fierycrimson

"Don't let anyone get you down," he said as a gust of wind rushed through the riverbank. 

"Ha.... Haha.... I'm sorry about that."

Asuka Shikinami Langley is now set to hiatus.

     ♣— The male came awake from a confusing dream which consisted of a single image; the child in the odd tarot deck which horrifyingly represented the man's own hopeless future. He was drowning in an ocean of unforgivable sins; the ones he wished that he didn't have to remember. But it wasn't even a deadly nightmare. It was, of course, nothing but a good dream. It was good because he was the one drowning, and that meant that his young self would die. He found this a relief because it would be far better to drown while young so he no longer have to face tomorrow and just disappear. His life had no meaning anyway. Thanks. Alright, I'll drown. He thought, listening to the roar of the mad ocean. Let me drown. But this wasn't the sound of the open deeps, it was the grating sound of water with mouthful of stones. It was a bit weird because if he was drowning, why was the land so near? And, in fact, was he not on the land? Something tells him that--- Freezing cold water doused his shoes and ran up his legs to his crotch. His eyes flew open then, and what snapped him out of the dream wasn't his freezing balls, which had suddenly shrunk to what felt like walnuts, nor even the horror to his right but the sudden downpour of the unpredicted rain and quite disgusting splash from the tires of a wrecked driver of the BMW that passed by. Oh, yeah.. He fell asleep in a park bench while reading a newspaper. What a way to start breathing.

Welcome Shikinami, you will be placed in Apartment #3, room 02! Please go ahead and follow the masterlist.