What time of day was it?  Where am I?  Am I alone?  Am I really dead?  So many questions swirled around and plagued the head of the young blond girl who seemed so very out of place as she sat under a tree at the edge of the small town that would come to be known to her as Phobias.  She was alone... and anybody who looked at her could tell immediately she was out of place, she didn't belong.  It was the way she carried herself, how absolutely aware of everything she was... it was the panic in her heart and the fear in her eyes as she looked around and recognized nothing familiar.  "I can't be dead..." she kept whispering to herself over and over again.  "It's impossible... if I was dead, then I would be someplace else..."<br/><br/>But it was true... young Kyo was dead.  For all of her good deeds, attending church every Sunday and saying her prayers, being a good person and living her life to God's tenants, how did she end up here?  Suicide... not that it was her intention, but as it would turn out, sacrificing your life for another person is still Suicide, no matter what way you play it.  So she sat there, alone and unknowing in a strange place, unaware of the terrors that lie in wait for a girl so innocent and yet unbroken by the horrors that Lucifer's Garden, that Hell would have in store for her.<br/><br/>She brushed her bangs from her eyes and pulled her knees in close to her chest.  She looked down at her clothing, they were the same... everything, including the now dried large red patch of blood that seemed darkest around her upper torso.  She closed her eyes and buried her head in her knees, weeping... part from confusion and part from the slow creeping realization that she might really be dead.<br/><br/>"I must be dreaming... I must be dreaming... I must be dreaming... this is just a nightmare..." She whispered to herself, she tried to pray but felt a pain inside her head as she did, it was a headache and it made concentrating on prayer hard... and finally she gave up, lay down under that tree with the sound of strange whispers at her back and closed her eyes, hoping when she opened them she would be in her bed, back home... no feeling of panic, no red blood stain... just, familiarity.