Lost time

"stop crying child"
"Child... You ere now.."
"Child... My daughter."

I remember the moment when someone grabbed my leg and yanked me out of the rubble.
Suddenly, there was light!
It was so bright...
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a woman with pale skin, drenched in blood.
I still remember it clearly...
The smell of blood, and my mother's face...

...That was when I was born.

I was born into a country at war.
The war took my real parents when I was only a year old...
A tiny creature that could barely speak...
A helpless child who couldn't do anything without her parents...
I was left behind, buried under rubble in the ruins of small town, waiting to die...
That was when the slight woman with pale skin dragged me out of the rubble.
She was...
...My mother, the head of the torture division for a mercenary unit from the enemy nation...
...Emile Theresia.

The village I lived in was under the control of the enemy nation.
and my mother belonged to the mercenary unit that had jurisdiction over my village.
The mercenaries had taught my mother the ways of torture her whole life.
She had no siblings, no friends.
All she did, every day, was hurt people, physically and emotionally.
That was the only life my mother, Emile, was given.
With none of the love or care a normal child might receive, my mother never learned to feel pain when she tortured others.
Instead, she found that her work gave her a certain kind of joy, despite her yong age.
Contrary to her yong, frail appearance, she was so cold-blooded that people began to call her the Devil.
When the rumor began to circulate that the Devil had brought home a child, people were shocked.
"That brute adopted a child..."
"Has she lost her mind for real. now?"
"Well they do say every woman has maternal instincts..."
My mother took me to a church on the outskirts of the village, and offically made me her daughter.
I remember the church... It was in the middle of a field, watchead over by a quiet priest with long hair.
My mother visited the chrunch with me in her arms...
The priest said nothing, just looked at us, sadly.
"Please... Give that child a name."
"And please. say a prayer..."
"Pray for the child's divine protection..."
...I remember that Mother's arms were very warm.
The church had a basement.
It was built long ago, before the priest was even born, as a prison for sinners.
It was more than a place to pay for your crimes; it was a place to pray.
Some sinners felt uncomfortable under the sun and went there of their own free will.
They would come to the church every day pray for forgiveness.
Even though the subterranean prison was rank with the smell of blood, to the sinners, it was a sanctuary.
But time passed. Eventually war came to our contry, and the church fell under enemy control...
The basement prison had become a military base, and its purpose had changed.

Mother gave me the name "Leanne".
Mother worked and lived a torturer in the underground base.
Whenever she had time off work,
Mother would come to the church to visit me.
She would stand in front of the altar with me in her arms...
...and stroke my head while she sang me to sleep with a strange lullaby.
A field with sparse red flowers...
The smell of dirt and flowers...
The soft wind...
The warm sunlight...
Bright lights...
The strange singing voice...
And the constant smell of blood that always followed my mother...
These were the things that made me fell safe when I was a child.
Whenever Mother visited me at the church, she never let me out of her sight.
To other people, it looked like some kind of obsession that motherly love.
And in fact, as I matured...
Mother became more and more insistent that I never leave her side during her visits.
As I grew older and learned to walk, Mother forbid me to come in contract with other people. I wasn't allowed to go outside.
I could only speak to Mother.
"You are my daughter..."
"..Forever."
"This bond is only for you and me."
Whenever Mother held me, I could smell the stench of blood all over her.
She spoke to me in a stern tone...
You must not speak with anyone other than me...
You must not leave your room when you are alone...
...Because you are my daughter.
Once she had made me promise, she gave me a key.
It was a strange key with the tip broken off.
...An oddy-shaped, bloodstained key that probably didn't work.
As she handed me the key, she looked me in the eye, and said...
"Keep this key with you."
"This is your key."
"From now on..."
"You will have no relationships with anyone except me..."
It was a symbol of my confinement.
I was very yong, and only barely understood what Mother was seying.
But making the promise was easy...
Mother was everything to me.
As long as Mother was with me...
That was all I needed.

When I turned seven, I began working for the prist.
It became my job to take care of the church's animals, and it was a job that kept me away from other people.
Perhaps Mother had told the prist to make itthat way.
Without any human contact, I came to love my job, because I was able to find companionship withthe animals.
When I started my job, a baby horse was born, and it was so cute that I took special care of it.
She was a mare with red hair, and I named her "Emmy". I became very fond of her.
I used to sneak out of my room and visit Emmy, even when it wasn't time to work.
Emmy was a very smart horse, and I felt like she understood what I was saying to her.
The red-haired mare that grew up with me...

I wonder what she's doing now...

As I grew up, Mother continued to visit me regulary.
She would check on any littlr thing I'd done, and I started to feel like she was keeping watch over me.
And always...the smell of blood followed her...
I began to feel like the smell that followed her was seeping into my skin.
I used to be really scared of that smell.
It wouldn't go away...
I used to wash my hands, over and over, trying to get rid of it.
No matter how hard I washed, the smell of blood always there.
But I could't stop...I went to the river every day, to wash my hands.
Perhaps because I was there every day...
A boy came up to me.
"Isn't this river pretty? It's cold, but it feels nice."
"You should chill fruits and drinks here..."
The boy's name was Sacha...
He was a war orphan around my age who also lived in the church.
I think Sacha took interest in me because of our shared past...
After that day at the river, he would talk to me every time he saw me.
However, I did my best to comply with Mother's wishes, and did my best to avoid Sacha.
Around that time, a whole bunch of red flowers suddenly bloomed in the fields surrounding the church.
The flowers were beautiful, but something about their color made me think of poison...
They reminded me of Mother.
I was desperate for a different color of flower...
...So much so that I began digging holes and attempting to plant other types of flowers.
I think that I was trying to put another color in that red field...
...If the red flower were my mother, I wandet my own presence there as well...

And still, Mother regularly visited the church to spend time with me.
I began to notice that every time Mother would visit me, the priest seemed to be afraid of her.
Although, I suppose it would be only natural to be scared of a woman like my mother...
But I also began to notice that...
Mother was scared of the priest, too, but in a very different way...
Maybe Mother saw...something...divine in him that frightened her.
Whatever it was, I couldn't see it.
Mother, surrounded by the red flowers, was nothing but beautiful.
I always felt that there was something about her that just sucked me in.
Mother took me to the field a lot...
We never did much, just sat and looked at the red flowers.
She didn't smile mush, and when she talked to me, her voice was always a little cold.
To me...
...The smell of blood that her job left lingering on her skin...
...The lullaby she'd sung to me as a child...
...The expansive fields of red flowers surrounding the church...
...All of these things were aspects of my mother.

I turned ten.
I was living a pious life. The church was poor, so we didn't have much food.
In the middle of the night, when there was no one around, I would sit in front of the altar and pray for other people's happiness.
Sacha began talking to me even more frequently.
I did my best to obey Mother, and stay away from him, but...
Sacha continued to try to talk to me.
Even when I was taking care of the animals, Sacha would often show up.
I couldn't understand.
Why did he take such an interest in me?
But...it felt kind of nice...
I started to think that maybe, deep down, I did want to get to know other people.
Sacha knew that I wasn't allowed to come in contact with people basides Mother.
We knew nothing good would happen if people saw us talking.
Sacha had told me so...
Because we couldn't talk much, Sacha started to write letters and bring them to me.
He would hide his letters in the mountain of hay near the animals, and I would hide my reply in the same place.
We had many long conversations this way.
Since I was forbidden to go outside, Sacha would tell me about the world beyong the church.
I started to fell like I was slowly falling for him.
He was the one persone besides my mother who would talk to me...
"I'll put the letter in our usual place..."
"I'll put my letter here tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that."
"Since you can't seethe world..."
"I'll tell you what happens."

Sacha...

The day I turned 12...
The war finally came to an end.
My contry had lost the war.
Our enemy developed a new kind of weapon to end the war.
The weapon they had created to end the war was called "Epicari".
It wasa powerful biological weapon that infected its victims with a disease created in a lab.
After the war, many people in my village began to behave oddly, their behavior getting worse and worse until they finally committed suicide.
Behind the strange behavior and suicides was the bio-weapon, "Epicari".
Those infected would first begin to behave strangely, and then eventually lose their memory.
Different people would be affected differently by the virus...
Some would fear a certain color...
Some would roll up in a corner and groan...
Whatever they did, it got worse over time, with some villagerskilling animals, or even other people, but infection always ended with suicide.
You could't see anything psysically wrong, but...
After death, the skin of the corpses would turn a brigt, beautiful purple.
The purple skin told us that corpses were spreading the virus.
The purple corpses had to be burnt as soon as possible, to keep the virus from spreading.
Yhe villagers began to gather the corpses and the infected together, into ona area...
...The church on the outskirts of the village... The church where I lived.
As the corpses began to turn purple, they were burned, quickly, without any prayers.
The people burninh the bodies wore thick protective suits to keep from getting infected...
...And everyone else was told tostay away from the corpses.
But I couldn't stand it.
I ignored the warnings and offered up my prayers for the dead.

All I can do is pray...

Pray...

Epicari spread like wildfire, and the death toll continued to rise.
Pretty soon, strange people in lab coats were visiting the church more and more often.

A lady with black hair named Maylee was the head doctor.
She was always in control, ordering the other doctors around, and treating the infected patients.
But I also saw her burn the bodies of the dead without hesitation.
After Maylee's arrival, the spread of the virus finally slowed down.
I heard people saying that a treatment had benn developed for Epicari.
eventually, the church became the base for Maylee's research, and I often saw her stay there overnight.
I noticed Maylee watching me as I prayed for the corpses that were waiting to be burned.
"...It's okay now..."
"There is a medicine that can defeat the purple virus."
"I'm Maylee..."
"...I'm a doctor."
Maylee appeared to have taken an interest in me.
It wasn't like she took time to talk to me or anything...
But every time we saw each other, I could fell her watching me.
After several days of this...
It waslike any other visit Mother had made...
That day, the plan was for Mother to spend the night at the church, and head for work the next day.
Whenever Mother wasat the church, she would never leave my side.
But that night... I woke up, and Mother wasn't there.
I was really worried...
And I got up to wander the halls of the church, looking for Mother.

Mother...Mother...
Where are you... ?

Just then, I heard something moving nearbly.
I don't know why, but the sound caught my attention...and I walked slowly toward the noise...
It was coming from the storage room.
When I opened the door, I couldn't help but give a small scream.
Hundreads of small red beads covered the walls of the room, crawling about like bugs.
I was terrified...
But something about them attracted me, and I froze.
What...is...this room... ?
The red beads...are moving...
I wanted to run, but I couldn't move. My body refused to respond, I felt like I was paralyzed.
"...What are you doing out at this hour?"
That voice toreme out of my paralysis.
I turned around...
Maylee was staring at me.
"They seem to have crawled out of the bottle again."
"...Did they startle you? They get out a lot."
"...Oh, I'm talking about these red creatures."
"They are called..."
"...Theresia."
"But never mind that. What are you doing out so late... ?"
"Having trouble sleeping... ?"
Before I knew it, I was running away as fast as I could.
I don't know why.
I felt like I'd seen something I really wasn't supposed to see...
Anywhere was betterthan that room.
I never saw "Theresia" again...
...And the spread of Epicari virus was brought under control, althought it wasn't stopped.

Time passed...
I turned 16.
Mother's attitude never changed.
When she came to visit me, she wouldn't let me leave her side.
She was aloof, and didn't talk much. And she always smelled of blood...
I was still forbidden to meet other people.
Finally, one day, Sacha nervously confessed his fellings for me.
"I'm...I'm in love with you."
"I always have been..."
"I've always loved you."
He confessed his "love" towards me.
Sacha bit his lip as he told me how he felt.
But I didn't know what to say to him.
I liked Sacha too.
I wanted to be with him forever.
...That was how I felt.
Is that "love"... ?
Does Mother, who never smiles at me, love me... ?
I was confused.
Mother's words rang through my head...

...I forbid you to talk to strangers.

"How do you fell about me..."
"What am I to you..."
Sacha kept talking...
I still hadn't replied...
He asked me to come see the world.
But Mother had forbidden me to ever go outside...
...And the world outside scared me.
Still, a part of me wandet to know what was out there...
...And that part was getting harder to ignore...
Finally, one sunny day...
As usual, Sacha was trying to get me outside. For whatever reason, my resolve wavered, and I took a step toward him, and the outside world.
At that moment, out of the corner of my eye...
I saw Mother...
...And she saw us.
I broke into a cold sweat asI tried to hold the fear and guilt I suddenly felt.
Mother had a knife in her hand...
...And was walking calmly toward Sacha.
A friar noticed Mother with the knife, and moved to stop her...
...But without hesitation, and almost without looking, her hand moved like lightning...
...And her blade dug itself deep into the chest of the friar.
Some soldiers heard the commotion, and ran over seize Mother...
They picked up the friar and rushed him to the hospital...
But the knife had gone too deep...
He had died before he hit the floor.
I was in a daze. I barely remembergoing to my room.
I sat in my room, frozen, my mind struggling to make sense of what I'd seen; of my emotions.
I tried to move my body, but it wouldn't respond.

Was Mother a murderer?

I didn't want to see anyone.
Mother's face, covered in blood...

The image won't...go away.
Blood...there was so much blood...
Blood all over Mother's face...arms...hair...

I was used to smell of blood...
And I knew Mother was a torturer...
But I'd never actually seen her kill someone before...
I felt like i Was about to go crazy.
She...killed someone...
just like that...

Mother is a murderer.

The moment Mother killed that man...
I couldn't get that image out of my head.
After that incident, Mother was forbidden to leave her base.
She stopped visiting the church.
I was scared to see Mother, so when I heard she won't be coming to the church anymore, I was relieved.
But that day...
The stench of blood and the scream of dying man... The dark, red blood covering Mother's face...
...That moment in time was ingrained in my memory...
I couldn't do my job, and locked myself in my room for a while.
A couple days later, Maylee came to visit me.
She took me out into the fields surrounding the church. The red flowers were in full bloom.
It was the same place Mother and I had so many times when I was young.
The smell of the flowers...
...The smell of blood that followed my mother... Memories of my childhood rushed back.
And along with them, the memory of my mother murdering someone...
Maylee spoke...
"Well, I think everyone..."
"Only cares about their own lives."
"Your mother..."
"She's not the 'murderer' you think she is."
I wasn't sure if Maylee said that to make me fell better...
...Or if she really meant it.
Whatever the case, every time I saw the red fields, I thought of Mother.
She never let me out of her sight when she came to the church.
She always held my hand and kept me next to her.
And I desperately tried to live up to her expectations.
Her smell of blood and her cold hands...
She neversmiled, and ahe had such long, silver hair...
Those memories were engraved in my heart.
Maylee saw me, engrossed in my thoughts, and muttered...
"Martel Theresia..."
"You remind me of her..."
About a yearhad gone by...
When suddenly the Epicari virus began spread again.
Stockpiles of the treatment were nearly depled when the outbreak occurred.
The results were devastating.
The infected turned hostile, some turning on the healthy, some just killing each other.
They were put in chains, and kept under tight surveillance.
Even with such extreme measures, the spread of the virus could not be contained. It was decided that the village and church would have to be evecuated.
The survivors would be relocated to an underground facility the troops had used as a base.
The villagers said it had benn used for torturing. It was a cold, dark place, that reeked of blood.

Mother...

Mother was there.
When they told me where we'd be going, I heard Mother singing her lullaby in the back of my mind.
I was going to see Mother for the first time since she had murdered the friar.
...I was scared to see her.
I knew she would lock me up again. I would smell like blood again.
And... Mother...is a murderer.
I wandet to be free from the smell of blood.
Mother...probably doesn't love me.
I don't remember even seeing Mother smile.
I'd spent a year thinking about all of this after Mother left.
But if I relocate with everyone else, I'll see Mother again...
Shoul I...leave the surviving infected people in the village...
...And go see Mother?
"If you stay here, you will be killed."
"You must come with us..."
"Let's go..."
"...to where your mother is."
The day I was to move underground...
...Sacha took my hand, and asked me if I wanted to run away with him.
Run away from the mercenaries.
Emile is underground.
She's a murderer... And I knowshe will just lock me up again...
Sacha looked veryserious.
But there was something about his eyes...
...They had the color of "hope".
I wanted to free myself from Mother.
I wanted to be with Sacha forever.
But I...

I wanted to see Mother.

Without hesitation, I took my hand away from Sacha.
Since the day I saw Mother murder the friar...
I wanted to be free from the smell of blood.
But the smell of blood had seeped into my heart...
The smell of blood that followed Mother had become even stronger.

Ahh...Mother...
I want to see you...
I want to see Mother again.
I'm going to see her.
I'm going to get to see her again.

Mother was torturing prisoners in the dim prison underground.
On the day I went underground...
I frantically asked Maylee to take me to Mother.
Without hesitation, Maylee agreed, and took me to see my mother.
The minute Mother saw me...
She took my arm firmly, and led me off down a hall.
She took me to the depths of the prison, where it reeked of blood.
She took me to the cells where the prisoners were kept.
Mother threw me into one of the cells...
...and chained me to the wall, just like the other prisoners.
I didn't have the urge to resist.
Instead, I found myself felled with happiness.
Mother's chains...

Mother's smell...
Don't ever...
...Let me out of these chains.
I want to be in this cell forever...
I want to be with Mother forever...

That was how my life in prison began.
I didn't do anything.
I was just chained to the wall.
I could hear people groaning.
...I could hear Mother torturing people...

It...is...comforting...

The sound of blood dripping...
The sound of the flesh being cut...
The sound of gouging, cutting, tearing...
The pain...the madness...
It was so comforting...
In my memory, Mother is creating all the sound and is turning them into something beautiful.
I stay in the cell for a very long time.
The smell of the stones and the raw smell of blood and skin. The sound of water and the groaning...
Everything reminded me of Mother.
It wasvery comforting...
To me, this cell felt like my mother's womb.
Maylee continued her research on the treatment even after she was relocated underground.
I overheard her say that something was needed to replicate it...
A specific strand of DNA was needed to create the cure.
In between periods of intense research, Maylee visited the prison.
She would come and look at me, chained like the other prisoners.
She stared at me...as if I reminded her of the woman who's...
...Who's DNA was in the cure.
There waqs always something melancholy about Maylee's expression.
I remember her face clerly.
I lived in the prison for almost a year.
One morning, I learned that the priest had been infected with Epicari, and passed away.
He had refused to take one of the few doses of medicine.
The priest had apparently been afraid of the medicine...
Or so I heard...
The medicine's name was "Theresia".
It was made by combining a specific microscopic organisms with a unique DNA strand.
The red beads I'd seen in the storage room at the church...
That was Vaccine Theresia.
Many people had hesitated after seeing the cure for the first time, but they eventually tool it.
The prist had adamantly refused...
I heard he acted out of fear of God.
Even as his condition deteriorated, the priest refused treatment.
Eventually he succumbed to the virus and took his own life.

Research into new ways to fight the virus could not keep up with the speed at which it spread.
Eventually, the Epicari virus spread to the underground facility...
Once again, the death toll began to rise.
The mercenaries in charge of our village decided to abandon the underground facility, and go back to their homeland.
As citizens of the contry that had lost the war, my people were to be abandoned and murdered.
It started in the early morning.
People ran for their lives, but the soldiers caught and killed them.
The underground facility was in chaos.
Bloody corpses began to pile up in the gray hallways.
I knew it was only a metter of time before I was killed as well.

But it didn't matter...
If I could die in Mother's womb...

I sat, chained to the wall. waiting for my turn to die.
At that moment, my cell door opened and someone ran in.
I opened my eyes and saw Sacha.
He had a key, and he was trying to take the chain off my arms.
"You have to run away."
"Run! You have to make it! I'll get this chain off, and we'll go..."
Sacha had snuck into the prison to rescue me.

No. Don't take off my chains.
I've decidet to die in Mother's womb.

I told Sacha I wouldn't leave.
I knew that soon, we would both be killed.
Rather than leave Mother...
...I chose to face my death then and there.
Sacha ignored me, and kept working on my chains.
A shrill sound pierced the air.
...Mother.
I mumbled her name and Sacha spun around...
Somehow he'd found a gun, which he was pointing at Mother.
She just stared at him.
Her eyes were the same as the day she killed the frier. The eyes of a murderer.
Sacha was shaking like a leaf, but he kept his gun pointed at Mother.
"I won't let you kill her...I won't let you kill her..."
"she's coming with me..."
I could see tears on Sacha's face, but he didn't back down.
Mother walked slowly towsrd Sacha. He stood, frozen.
Finally, she reachead Sacha...
...And warmly embaraced him.
Mother took the gun from Sacha's hands...
...and pressed it to his head.
She started to sing her lullaby...
The lullaby she used to sign to me, when I was a child.
I cuoldn't look away.
Sacha was captivated by Mother. He had stopped shaking in her arms.
Mother smiled...
...and pulled the trigged.
Yes... Mother smiled.
The smile I thought I'd never seen.
But Mother had always smiled when she sang this lullaby to me.
Mother held Sacha's limp, lifeless body, and continued singing her lullaby.
Blood, brains, and skull fragments dripped down the cell wall...
Mother kept humming her lullaby.

How comforting...

As I watched her sing, I felt warm, and at peace.

Emile Theresia...
I didn't need anyone else. She was everything to me...
I was waiting for my time to come...
But Mother...

...Did not allow me to die.

"Emile Theresia betrayed us!"
"She murdered one of us... She's protecting an enemy child!"
"Thst devil... At last we see her true colors!"
Mother stood in front of me, and began to kill her comrades, one after another.
If I went too far away from her, she would grab my hand and pull be back behind her...
...And tell me not to leave.
She walked across the corpses of her former comrades...
...Always in front of me.

Mother's back...

"Kill the Devil! Kill her!"
"Attack her daughter!"
Mother couldn't be stopped. Anyone who got in her way was struck down. Bodies fell around her like rain.
Oh Mother... She was protecting me.
She was telling me to live.

As long as I'm alive...
...I won't let you die.
We will live together...
...As long as I'm alive.

Mother had become a traitor. We went deep into the underground facility and hid.
However, ir the mercenaries decieded to mount a search for us, Mother knew it would be difficult to hide.
It was Maylle who gave us a chance.
...Achance to get away.
Maylee had somehow become ratherattachedti us...
...I could see it in her eyes.
"I'll hide you in my lab, untill they leave."
"with the disease spreading, I don't think they'll stay around here very long."
"This is my way to saying thanks."
Maylee had told me thatshe'd been able to develop a new batch of Vaccine Theresia.
And that she was helping us out because we'd helped her...
But at the time, I didn't understand what she was thanking us of...
...Just as Mayleehad predicted. The mercenaries soon left my contry and went back to their homeland.
Before long, the doctors started to leave as well.
It was decided that Mother and I would be left in the underground facility.
AsMaylee was leaving, I asked her...
Did Mother...love me...this whole time... ?
She gave me an odd look, and said...
"...Love? Why would you say that?"
"That's a vulgar word..."
Thats was what Maylee told me...
...But she let me stay in the blood-drenched undeground prison, with my mother.
Before she left, Maylee showed me something.
It was the red creatures...
...Vaccine Theresia.
"...I wanted to give this to you."
"This was created from the DNA of a special girl."
"It was named after that girl."
"I think it's a concidence... But she has the same last name as your mother."
"And the medicine I have here, the new Vaccine Theresia..."
"...Do you understand?"
"This is your mother."

The new Vaccine Theresia...
It was generated from Mother's DNA... Emile Theresia...
That was when I understood.
The squiming red beads... When I first saw them, they reminded me of Mother.
After everyone left...
Mother and I were alone in the underground faciliry.
In the silence of the abandoned prison, Mother bagan to lay her traps.
Mother...
She only knew how to show her love trought violence...
Her only desire was to keep me by her side, forever...
She worries that I might try and leave her some day...
...And she would rather I die than leave her.
She gives me scars and pain to male sure I won't forget...
That is the only way she can show her love to me...

That is what I want to think.

I don't now how long we've been here, together in the comforting silence.
I just sit here... holding the pendant with a broken key.
...A long time ago, one of the mercenaries in Mother's unit told me about the key.
This key...
This was the key to the cell of a prisoner your mother was torturing before she came here...
The key started to turn red from the blood of the prisoner...
The key broke at the same time the prisoner died.
That was the first time she had seen someone die.
Even since then...Mother kept the broken key.
Is that dead prisoner still tied to the chains in the cell that will never again open?
That bloody key is now...in my hands.
But Mother has been gone for a long time...

Mother, where did you go... ?
You promised me you will be with me forever...
Mother...
I'm beginning to lose my memories.

I don't want to forget.
From the day she found me...
...Mother always loved me...
I don't want to forget that.
...I see my mother everywhere here.
this red, wriggling creature...
There's no trace of my mother in it.
However this red beads...
...is definitely Mother.
I took the red beads Maylee had given me...
...the Vaccine Theresia...
And I injected into my body.
This is all I have left of my beloved mother...
..."Emile Theresia"
This is Mother...
Even if I lose all my memory...
I will never forget her.

Now, it's time to sleep...
...In this place that smels of blood...
In this place thats is as comforting as my mother's arms... In this place...