The days in the box were always hard for her. Her face and name projected on all sides of it. The heat, the overwhelming scent. The worst part was how addicted to it she was becoming. Every drop she swallowed leading her further into ruin.
Mono "Hey there are you lost?" "While you're all alone, how about these onee-sans do something good for you" "Pardon us! Has anyone lost their son? Anyone?" "They really did do something good" "Did you get lost" "Want us to do something nice