Batsumurono: “Ah… look who decided to show up.”

Batsumurono: “Do you hear it, Boyfriend? That’s not the wind… that’s what’s left of the ones who were slaughtered. Unfortunately, don’t think I forgot about you, little warrior.”

Boyfriend: … Beep.

Batsumurono: “You’re not lost, you were brought here.”

Batsumurono: “You know, hell doesn’t open its gates for just anyone… so tell me. What did you do… to return as an invitation?”

Boyfriend: …

Batsumurono: “No answer? That’s fine. They never remember at first. Guilt is catastrophic. It festers… it blooms… and when it finally opens, it screams. And I… am very, very good at listening.”

Batsumurono: “So take your time and think carefully. Because the moment you remember… is the moment this place stops being a visit, and starts being your HOME.”