Ah, the backrooms.. the room filled with ones thoughts, personal feelings that could either be recovered or completely shattered and left to rot.. Although that isn't necessarily the main case for what Mafuyu is currently feeling. No, what she's feeling is much more than a leaf flying through the sky as the wind takes full control over its actions.. It's the feeling of having no control over your thoughts.. over the experiences that one had to experience throughout their entire life.. Mafuyu is no different to these feelings.

If anything, these feelings of having no sense of control over your personal thoughts had developed throughout her entire life.. Always feeling like she was constantly drowning in a endless deep sea with no sense of return, with a chain wrapped around her ankle that she just couldn't get rid of.. and that in it of itself made her feel so vulnerable..

So what is there for her to do besides letting out a sigh in the backroom she lays in, the backroom filled with decaying petals that came from what was once a blooming flower; a simple representation of what was left when it came to her head, when it came to the constants debates that she had about her thoughts, about her sense of control of her feelings.. although each thought would end up drawing in a simple blank sheet. Almost as if the thought had never existed to begin with..

"My thoughts, my feelings.. I feel as if I lost all access to a drawer filled with all my deepest internal thoughts about the debate I have within myself.." Mafuyu quietly whispered, shifting her position to where she was laying on her back, her waist-long dark purple hair flowing through the floor as she closed her dark purple eyes.