Prologue: Rin Kagamine
Rin dashed through the throngs of people, busily going about the marketplace. A pair of adults chased after the young girl, shouting over and over.
"Rin! Please stop! Things will change, so don't just run away!" She ignored them, trying to see through tears. She dodged the legs of shocked bystanders, until the crowd thinned more and more. She didn't know what had happened; the shouting had stopped all together. Still, she didn't slow even a bit, keeping up her fastest pace until she was out of the city.
Then, there was nothing but forest. The trees and shrubbery seemed to intrude in her space, compacting her into dust. She walked slowly, almost hazardously through the greens and brown, suddenly hyper-aware of every little movement and sound (not all of which were real). She knew now just how bad the idea of running away was, but she couldn't take it anymore.
She knew next to nothing of her real father, who left when she was born. She lived with her mother and step-father, a brutish pub owner that didn't care about her as long as she was quiet and out of the way. That is, unless he had work for her to do so that he and her mother could go out someplace.
Today, at the weekly market, she took the first opportunity to make an outburst: screaming at them about being horrible parents, all the mean things they did, how cruel and miserable her life was. When they were thoroughly panicked and a crowd had formed, she turned on her heel and ran for her life.
But the forest didn't seem to welcome her. Instead, it made her almost wish she could return to that "cruel and miserable" life. She jumped, a little squirrel finally scaring her senseless. She saw only the blur of movement and heard only the sound of something grinding; Teethagainstbones!She though immediately. She turned on her heels and ran, for the second time that day. This time, though, she didn't even think about where she was going; she was only flinging herself deeper into the horrifying mess of imaginary demons.
Until she ran into something cold, hard, and human-sized. With something warm, unnaturally still, and human-sized in it's hands.