Betaed by: ScOrPiA pOiSoN
Kyuu was an average person when you looked at him from the outside. He had always bound a jacket around his waist, and wore a book bag around his shoulder. Even in Hell, he still had these trademark characteristics. He sat on a boulder, casually swinging his legs over a cliff. Looking down from the cliff, he could see quite the vivid display. It was people. People in little grids, in their own personal hell. Kyuu wondered why he wasn't in such a grid. From the time he had landed, to now, he had met a few people. He had met a man named Touyama Kintarou, Kinta for short. It was only a short meeting but one to be remembered. Kinta had said the only reason you weren't in that grid was because you still had a purpose. The people in those grids had no more purpose. But if you were out here, there was still something to do. But Kyuu was confused. Hadn't his purpose been fulfilled? Kyuu had made the switch for a purpose. So wasn't his purpose fulfilled? And what was Kinta's purpose? Why was he still here? Kyuu stood up, and stretched. Putting the photo back into his bag, he slung it back over his shoulder. He started to walk.