The last six months of Chihiro's life were spent wasted at a nearby psychiatric facility. During this time she was labeled as crazy and forced to believe all of her time spent in the spirit world was only a sick illusion. Although she was originally accused of murder, the charges were later dropped for no clear evidence of any wrong doings. Haku and his death was only a delusion, according to everyone except for herself. Chihiro knew what she saw and knew she was not crazy but had to go along with the therapy sessions in order to be released.
Shortly after being released Chihiro realized that at only 17, she was still young and had a world of opportunity ahead. It was an easy decision for her to enroll in classes for the fall semester. It was always a dream of hers to teach children so she chose to take a major in childhood education. Between her school work and lingering memories of the spirit world, everything started to overwhelm her after only a few months in.
That November, one night she decided that what she needed was a night out in town with some friends tagging along. They all chose a nearby night club known as 'Dragon's Place'. Dressed in a silk black dress with her brown hair tied back, it felt exhilarating to be out of the house dancing around entirely carefree. Dancing and singing along with the dj with two of her closest friends, everything seemed to be okay for once.
That is until suddenly a sense of nausea comes over her. Now still in place Chihiro looks out into the distance, realizing she cannot catch her breath. No one around seems to notice sending her into a panic. You're okay, you're okay.
The worlds floated around in her head, not reassuring her the slightest bit.
Suddenly a familiar voice was heard in her head, sending an icy chill down her spine. I'm here. The words terrified her. The gentle voice of the man she loved so dearly. Haku..
Chihiro knew if he really was ever real, she had seen him die. He dissipated never to be seen again. He was dead, gone forever. Her mind was only paying tricks on her. Gasping for air the voice faded and she found herself able to control herself again. The nausea getting even worse, Chihiro sprinted out of the back doors to the club, kneeling over onto the ground gagging. Trying her very best to collect herself and avoid puking, she sat there knees to her forehead, sobbing out loud.
Moments passed before a pale man with dark short hair and green eyes sat down beside her. "Miss, are you alright?"
Quite embarrassed Chihiro jumped up and wiped away any stray tears. "I'm fine.. just not feeling well.."
Now standing, the strange man before her was much taller, his green eyes sending a sense of comfort over her.
With a smile he insisted, "Can I walk you home? You're in no shape to be heading anywhere by yourself."
Not knowing whether or not to trust this stranger, she hesitated before finally agreeing. He was right that she was in bad shape.