I tried writing down what the sun felt like in case I forgot again. Tried, at least.

Could you tell me a little about your worlds, if you don't mind sharing?

Hey, uh, this might be a strange question to ask considering our situation, but I might as well.

[There's an awkward looking teen just peering at the camera with a nervous laughter. It seemed that he's having second thoughts about asking this question when the camera turned on.]

What do you think of Christmas? W-well, since it's coming up and all...

[Immediately after this thread, Waver types up a text entry on the network. He doesn't really think about what he's saying, he just needs to warn as many people as possible.]


I assume most people here read this. This is important. Ryuunosuke Uryuu is from my world, and he's said he doesn't see a point in doing the same here, but nonetheless, I think everyone should be aware of any potential danger. If I said nothing and something happened...I would be partially to blame.

He was a serial killer - children, mostly.

[Even still the memory is terrible, and his hands shake as he types.]

I found where he kept the bodies. He calls it 'art'. I can't imagine anything worse than that scene. They didn't even look human anymore.

Just be careful. He seemed nice enough. That's the worst part.




Edit -

It was noted I should describe him rather than only give a name. He's tall, maybe 5'8", orange-brown hair, he has piercings in his ears, and his personality seemed to be helpful and amicable to me.


[that's only particularly tall to Waver...]