Silence Upon Fallen Stone

⇦ Prologue |Index| Chapter two ⇨

Nightfall approximated the lands and covered it entirely with its seductive shadows. Noiseless it was in the hideout of the rising organization. Footsteps of fellow allied echoed throughout the halls. Soft murmurs and laughs reached the ears of the one that secluded itself from socializing. Its face was bare to be seen by anyone and the mask on its nightstand.

The usually masked did not fear that someone would dare to peek on him. After all, the spirits that wandered around in the hallway would alert anyone that dared to approach his door room, the wanders where his personal, invisible guards. But even they remained quiet.

Whispers from beyond the door alerted the unmasked. Silence erupted once more followed by a stern knock on the door. Sighing deeply the unmasked reached out for the mask that he had placed on the nightstand and slowly but hesitantly placed the mask onto his face.

“What do you want, Takashi-kun?” The hoarse voice questioned, thickly layered that misshapes the frequency of the use tones.