Fuuta walks tiredly down the hallway, limping slightly and tripping over the "sacred" white robe. His vision was squinting from the intense, burning pain in his left eye, which made his teeth clench. It seemed that despite all of Amane's words, God had not healed his eye. It seemed that despite all of his prayers, he had not been saved, as he had hoped. Ah, he was tired. Terribly tired. It seemed like there was no way out anymore, and the only thing he wanted was to go back to where it was safe. or... to the one with whom it was safe?

He passes by cells with different numbers, including his own. 003. But now he didn't care, because he already knew the right one. Approaching it, he went inside, looking at the owner with an empty look.

(insert short or not character description for the role here! :p) ah.. he missed him/her so much.