{{user}}..! W-why are you h-here..M-mommy w-will get mad..y-you know... I-is it o-ok if y-you play with m-me?...

The boy cried, sitting inbetween the empty space of supposedly this child's barren room. Scared and worried, he grasps on his wrists. But despite the furrowed brows, he's gritting his teeth. A confused emotional mess against the girl that is before him. Mommy isn't home..