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located in City of Pleuor, a part of Dissonance of the Retinentia, one of the many universes on RPG.

City of Pleuor

The Big City Of Dreams

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Character Portrait: Keiko Tsukiru Character Portrait: Rie
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"Are you alone? Are you afraid?
Are you searching for me?
Will I see you again?"

~Hymn for the Missing
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Every day. Every hour. Every second. It feels much like what they call eternity, deep inside this monochrome void that seems without end much like a repetitive cycle.

To others, this could be as well what they would call heaven. No body changes. There is no death. There are those who call it as hell. It will remind all the deepest attachments and the darkness which festered. A few mystics calling it the purgatory. The place where everyone could deliberate and cleanse themselves of all earthly vindications.

But to a certain individual, this has simply become his world. his home and that should be fine. It should be. But, it should not be odd, isn't it? To feel distant, to feel lonely.

All of these were the feelings of a young boy who was sitting on top of a roof looking below him. His absolute white hair serves as his crown and those purple eyes filled with an emptiness completely reflecting the motion of those beneath him. The sky above him was stark with dark clouds as rain slowly drizzles out to extinction. Soft hues of light peeked through the horizons.

It made the puddles on the ground sparkled like the stars and diamonds. The people did not see this as they bustled away like ants going to places that would mean nothing in the long run. But, no one had ever seemed to look up and see the boy. No one ever sees the boy.

"Why... Why do they not see me?" His voice appeared to be that of a gentle whisper as he closed his eyes momentarily. His tone of genuine melancholy wrapped around him as he pulled his knees closer to him. He embraced them with his arms and buried his face within it. He tried so hard to get anyone's attention. He did not even care who would respond to him, as long as they would admit his existence. In the end, no one ever did. That is why he resumed living like white blank cascading through this world. This was truly depressing in every way. Did he do something wrong? Did he sinned so greatly to be avoided like a plague? No answers came to him only questions that only corroded his sense of self every bit.

Truly hateful.

The very fact that his memories seemed to be on the verge of deletion also hanged on him heavily. Ever since he woke up in that empty room, he could not recall anything before his awakening. No memories of use to identify himself except with one thing, his name, Rie. He asked for anyone's help, but they would not even look at him, they would walk passed him as if he was nothing more but air. People... are painstakingly cold and cruel. They only cared for themselves. All have to make it on their own. No one will be there to lend a hand. He was sure of that.

Somehow, he did not want to believe that.

There is no other way to save him from ruin but to hold on to that idea. He raised his head and propped his chin on his knees. Just like that, he continued to watch the people who moved on without a care to those beside them. They never looked up, below them or even behind them, just forward. It made him wonder if he was like that before his memories failed him to a crippling sense of absence. In a manner of perspective, it was such a sad life. Even if, moving forward will surely yield results. He could not help but desiring for anyone to notice what is around them, because if they do, perhaps, it would provide a way for someone to walk forward to.

Rie took a deep breath and stood from his position, a precarious one at that, if he misjudges his step, then he will plummet to the ground. Yet, he has this feeling that it would result in any kind of impact to those people scurrying below. He should stop caring, isn't it? That would be for the best. He turned his back at them and found a ladder which he had used to climb up here. This was much like his secret base, but it was childish way of thinking. Why would he need one when no one acknowledges him? No one would even call his name. No one knows about him. He was like a secret itself.

Now, he understands why all secrets must be revealed. Because if he was indeed a secret, he wants to be shown as well. Being in the darkness is truly lonesome.

He finally made his way down and was now walking along the narrow hallway of the Rodanthe Apartments in which he found himself in. There were people in front of him. Those eyes looked directly at him, but it did not reflect him. It was eerie and frightening, but he had gotten used to it. So, they walked passed by him once again even if they all lived in this apartment complex together. He never felt so alone. Gritting his teeth, he went to his room and slammed the door in a fit of annoyance. It's not like he couldn't feel anything after all. He could appear fine, but that does not mean, he is emotionless.

"Stupid people... They're all stupid..." He leaned on his closed door and slid to the floor. This was the room he woke up in. It was practically empty without even a photo which could remind him that he actually stayed here. He tried to leave this place to find out more about himself, but no one would see or even hear him. It was so frustrating and he found himself no place to turn to but this one. This was the only place which seemed to accept him. At the very least, he has a roof over his head. As for food, it was odd, but he never felt hungry. So, he continued like this every waking hour.

That was when an ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the complex. He stood from his position and looked at the visage before him. It was a being covered in blood as if wearing a crimson mantle. Why does this happen to him? Why is it seemed that the only ones who could actually acknowledge him or even remotely sense him, are these things? "Just stop it." The screams continued as he covered his ears with his hands and he tightly closed his eyes. Just like that, the apartment was soon flooded with the sounds of sirens.

This was of course, just the beginning.