A large period of time seemed to go by while Yuzuru was asleep, or at least, that's what it felt like.

As he woke up, another memory came back to him, with not as much pain as the first. He knew the room seemed familiar, but the memory proved it.

It was himself, he was sure of it, waking up. Nothing special, just like any other normal day. The surrounding of the room was a little brighter, with what seemed to be various toys lying around, as well as a small bookshelf. Light was pouring in through the window, illuminating the scene.

Then he snapped back to reality, his mind feeling a dull pain. Noticeable, but not the searing pain of the last.

Yuzuru sat up, trying to make sense of the strange situation he was in. What did it mean? He couldn't remember anything but the two small snippets that came to him. He decided to go outside to cool off.

Returning to the spot he was in the first time he came to, he noticed something slightly unnerving.

Everything was still. The clouds were in the same position they were in yesterday. There was only a very faint breeze, and he could see a leaf in mid-air, as if it had broken off a tree and was trying to float down to the ground. But it was suspended, unmoving. Nothing was moving, changing, except for the open door and the footprints he left in the ground. Time itself seemed to stand still.

He dashed back in the house, looking for something - anything that could prove the natural flow of time.

Alas, Yuzuru found no such thing. Instead, he found quite the opposite. The hands on the clock in the kitchen didn't move. Another thing he noticed, the environment seemed… off. Apart from the outside, everything seemed… perfect. Sterile, even. All the things in all the rooms were properly placed, books on the bookshelf aligned, as if nobody had moved them since they were placed there. In the kitchen, the utensils were all stored in their respective compartments, and the washroom was completely clean. Struggling to comprehend, Yuzuru wandered back into the kitchen, where his first memory returned.

He spent the rest of the day wandering around, mulling things over in his head. It was a pointless gesture, as was previously proven, as nothing he didn't already know or figure out revealed itself to him.

"Blurry figures, not very useful, voices, too muffled to hear, food, unimportant… Wait, food?"

He then realized he wasn't hungry. Not even a bit.

And that he didn't remember eating anything since coming to. Panicking, he tried to list out the events.

"Lost memories, time not moving, not needing to eat… Dammit! What's going on?!"

It was all happening too fast. Where was he? What was happening to him? Why? How? Yuzuru hit the wall in frustration. If he could just remember…

He slumped to the floor in defeat. He couldn't make sense of things, and the panicked state he was in wasn't helping.

Yuzuru sighed to himself. The situation was hopelessly frustrating, and also taxing on the mind. After what seemed to be hours, he decided to take a break from the mental strain brought on by the immense amount of thinking he had been doing, and went outside to lie under the tree.

He closed his eyes, feeling his muscles untense and his mind relax. It was peaceful, just lying there. It was as if nothing mattered, and the problems he had just seemed to fade away.

Then, from underneath his eyelids, he noticed a tiny beam of light pierce the dark.

He opened his eyes, and turned his head, finding the source of the peculiar light. It was coming from the path leading into the tunnel from the front of the house. Remembering he hadn't looked closely at it, Yuzuru moved closer.

Walking closer to the light, he had to squint his eyes as the light shone brighter. As he moved forward, step by step, he felt as if something was calling him from the other side. Looking at the light longer, he became entranced by it, as if he was mesmerized by the something on the other side.

Then he noticed something. It was suddenly cold. Freezing, in fact. The closer he was to the light the colder he felt. Suddenly the light didn't seem very inviting.

Yuzuru shivered, and didn't move any farther closer or away. He knew going through the light would do something, he just didn't know what.

He stood there for what felt like a good couple of minutes, rooted to the ground with uncertainty.

He felt that feeling from the other side again. The impulse to move ahead, to move on.

He took a step forward, uncertainly going closer to the light. He could reach it now, it was barely an arm's length away. He leaned in a little bit, convinced that this would be the best for him.

But, at that moment, he heard a sound.

It was coming from behind him, faintly but consistently.

A sound… Yuzuru hadn't heard anything but his own voice and the things he moved, but this sound was coming from somewhere else.

He then remembered that there were many things left unanswered, and also the curiosity of the sound made him snap out of his trance-like state.

He quickly backed away from the light, eventually turning around and walking back towards the house, trying to hear where the sound was coming from.

The weather cleared up for the first time.