Reality warped. The way it looked was familiar to Akechi -- he'd seen it plenty of times in that other world, when cognition stood in conflict with what should be.
It shouldn't be happening here.
Ralsei walked in the other door to see nothing of Akechi himself, nor did the man see him -- just a shadowy figure in the vague shape of the person who first adopted him.
Whatever the case, Ralsei's brows knitted. The kid looked so... lost. He walked over and knelt by the sitting child. "Hey, you'll be alright, little one," Ralsei says with an encouraging smile. "What's your name?"
A Warped Past
It shouldn't be happening here.
Ralsei walked in the other door to see nothing of Akechi himself, nor did the man see him -- just a shadowy figure in the vague shape of the person who first adopted him.
Whatever the case, Ralsei's brows knitted. The kid looked so... lost. He walked over and knelt by the sitting child. "Hey, you'll be alright, little one," Ralsei says with an encouraging smile. "What's your name?"