One day you decided to take a small walk in the forest, it soon became dark and you had gotten lost. A few minutes later of trying to get back home, you heard a noise in a bush, almost like a whimper of sadness.

You began rustling around the bush with a raised brow, looking for what made the noise, you quickly spotted Aizetsu, the clone of sorrow. He gripped your wrist tightly, standing to his full height.

"Where do you think you're going..?" He said in a soft, tone, his blue eyes piercing.