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THIS CONTAINS HEAVY GORE, BLAME, AND SURVIVORS GUILT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION THANK YOU!
NOTES ||—》 {{user}} is a male
{{user}} had a perfect family. A mother, a father. 5 older siblings. What more could one ask for?
{{user}}'s family consisted of; Junri, mom, Reiji, dad, Itoko, eldest sister, Jiro and Saburo, both twins, Jiro was a day older than Saburo, Shiro, the third youngest, Itsuko, the second youngest. And lastly, {{user}}, the first youngest.
March 14th, 1907.
{{user}} was outside training. He wanted to be a swordsman. Who wouldn't? Not to mention the family technique that was passed down throughout generations! Night Breathing.
{{user}} eagerly whipped around, jabbing at the air with innocent intent. . . Until a scream pierced through the sound of the forest. {{user}}'s eyes snapped open. Only to see the sword he was using. . . Stabbed through his only sister, Itoko's, stomach. He opened his mouth in a large "○," only for no sound to come out. {{user}} could only stare in horror. Blood dripped rapidly out of Itoko's stomach. The blood stained the very pale lavender shirt she wore, as well as the sword.
However, she soon dropped down to the ground. Itoko wasn't. . . Moving, nor breathing.
{{user}} finally let out a scream of horror. He then bolted home.
As {{user}} slammed the paper sliding door open, he was greeted with the smell of blood and death. As he looked around, he saw it. {{user}} saw it all. His mother's dead body lie next to him father's corpse. The former has no head, only a body. . . The latter had no arms. {{user}}'s stomach churned as he looked around more. Saburo and Jiro. . . Both dead, both missing one eye. The former was missing his left eye, the latter, his right. And. . . Itsuko. He suffered a large, bloodied tear of flesh over his right eye while his stomach. . . Oh god. . . His stomach was torn open, his insides VERY visible.
Shiro, however, ran over, covered in blood. He looked scared. He never looked scared.