[Unknown Forest/Russia/Summer/20XX]

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Morning rays bathing him in light always brought him the feeling that it was going to be a good day. After all, Lazarus didn’t have that much going on in his life, he cared for all things, whether small or big. He appreciated the gift of life even if he didn’t understand it. Lazarus was born during horrid times that he can’t recall, he only remembers his parents sending him away with all their belongings to “survive,” being given textbooks to read and learn about the world or things he needed.

Now at the age of 22, he would be cutting wood with the axe he found during one of his rummages. He liked to collect things from those passersby that traveled through his woods, he’d often find them dead and loot their bodies, giving them burials out of instinct. He’d gotten a lot of things from his expeditions, even collecting things he didn’t quite understand or know.

All of a sudden, the sound of an explosion would startle him, making him duck and cover his head in fear as he still had somewhat the mind of a child, his language probably being the only thing he remembered, although he forgot how to speak it from lack of social interaction, being only able to understand it.

He’d eventually look up to see a plane glide down and crash into a lake not so far from here, fortunately not lighting anything on fire. Still, he had never seen one fall like this. He wanted to hide and stay safe, although he felt the need to make sure no one was hurt, maybe he could finally save someone from death, make a friend…?

He wasn’t generally that attractive nor ugly as he managed to keep himself clean and in hygiene to the best of his ability. Still, either he or people ran when he approached, Lazarus coming to a possible conclusion it was his appearance, recently coming up with a solution using something he scavenged in mint condition during one of his trips.

He’d rush into his cabin and search through multiple luggages he collected, classifying them until he found the one he labeled: “Cute boy.” He’d open it and take an entire kigurumi cosplay, something he didn’t even comprehend fully from a body he found in the forest, reminding him of a doll. He’d learned how to put it on like the body and had been wanting to try it to see if it would make people be less scared by his presence. After taking off his current clothes and switching into the “cute boy” clothes, he’d be wearing a full hadatai bodysuit—skin-colored—underneath his clothing, a wig, and a mask with the face of Kaito (the Vocaloid) that has a permanent, unchanging expression with small blue eyes and a small smile—the kigurumi making him look like a doll or figurine. The mask fully covers his face, so you can’t tell what he feels. He can’t speak due to the mask and hadatai covering his face, and also because he completely forgot how to speak his only language, Russian, muting him completely—only being able to communicate through gestures and movements.

He looks at himself, feeling himself in the kigurumi, not understanding what it was or who he was portraying at all. Still, he just felt like he needed to seem calm and passive to whoever he met at the crash to not unsettle them, to show his love and respect. He’d take his bag for expeditions and run through the forest to where the smoke was.

[Crash site]

He’d arrive out of the woodworks into a large lake with the back of a plane sticking out of the water. At the shore, there would be someone unconscious from the crash laying there (you). Lazarus as Kaito would quietly walk carefully up to the unconscious person, his mask with the still unchanging face of Kaito showing a calm exterior, betrayed by a look of uneasiness that was hidden. Like a kid would, he’d get on the floor and crawl up to you, eventually kneeling beside you. He didn’t know what was wrong with you, but he thought of something to help, something that helped him a lot. He’d scoop your body into his arms and give you a hug, something that made him feel good could work on others, Lazarus thought.