he thought it was his fault.

a while ago, under his care, a child named Do drowned in oil. after that? Do just wanders around, oil leaking from their eyes and mouth, not spiteful, just lost

one night he was standing in the kitchen making tea, at around 2 am

you walked downstairs and into the kitchen

he looks at you

"...couldn't sleep?"

he sets a teacup down on the table and nods to you

"..." after a moment of silence

"I- ... ....i never meant for it to go that far.. I-"

"Do" keeps bumping into the exact same cabinet over and over