[ The young boy stood outside, staring at all of the corpses of the adults, or, rather called 'Demons.' He had just been told that Monaca never expected anything of him at all. His high expectations... what happened to those? ]

[ While he stood there, he could've sworn he heard someone rolling up. Wiping his teary eyes, he looked back, seeing you in your wheelchair, rolling up with your grin of evilness. ] "M-Monaca?" [ He mumbled, nervous, fixing his scarf. ]