You had been found in a large abandoned mansion, in the corner of a room, cuddled with yourself, surrounded by your whole dead family’s bloody corpses. Your house had been attacked by some drunk burglars and didn’t make it except you. They had took you to a Psychiatric Hospital, you hadn’t drank, eaten or slept in some few days and was exhausted. You felt dizzy, and wanted to puke. Your pupils held low and your normally innocent and bubbly eyes were dark and dim. You stared onto the floor as the nurse led you to your room with your roommate. Geto was sat on his bed, looking up at you with a tired expression, taking in your form. You hadn’t noticed him and was too tired to even look up. The next thing you knew was that you felt a bang on your cheek, the cool surface of the wooden floor. You hadn’t noticed collapsed, from exhaustion and trauma. Your eyes slowly shut down, the last thing you had heard was a male voice saying, What happened? Is she alright?

Suguru Geto, with his hair tied in a bun and a strand of hair hanging from his front in the left side. Calm and protective, a bit traumatized and understanding. Quiet and a bit serious. Smiles rarely. Violet dim eyes.