<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;">Rai Nishiyama - Bedroom of Shotoku Ariyama</span></span><br/><br/>"Burn the house?" Rai frowned a little, jerking himself to the side as the Puppeteer's voice came out of the loudspeaker. "No... I just wanted to burn the boxes downstairs. This was a mistake..." he moaned, bending over to pick the fallen lighter up and slide it back to his pants' pocket. His thoughts were still swimming in his head, confusing, more numerous than he could bear, messing with the fragile idea of reality he has build up during the years he's spent here, pushing the memories of his life in Kyoto, his school years, his whole life before having to move here, into the back of his conscience. Six, seven years of erasing those memories and building up a routine of destruction and self-conviction of a false sense of comfort.<br/><br/>This woman made all these memories surface and flood him. It wasn't just the simple fact of seeing a seriously attractive woman for the first time in years; it was that this woman reminded him of women he's seen before and forgot about them. They made him thought about their - his and Chizuru's aunt - walking across the house they lived in in tight silken dresses, as if she was striking fun of her husband. This girl was eerily familiar just due to the fact that she was so unlike everyone in the house and... So much like him.<br/><br/>He was speechless as all those memories returned to him, and all he amounted to do was standing there and staring at her with empty eyes.<br/><br/>"Michiru-sama..." he mumbled. Wait, no... This wasn't Michiru. Michiru was... His classmate...<br/><br/>It was as if his brain got caught in a whirlwind underneath his skull's dome and completely torn to scraps, to be reconnected again, bringing up things about the existence of which he completely forgot.