My hand... it's healed.
Yes, yes it is.
'Hey there little girl, are you lost?'
Who is he?
'Come here,'
He smells.
Run.
'Why you- little brat!'
There's glass in his hand, it's broken.
Ow, he scratched my hand.
The flowers, they're back.
What are the flowers for?
They hissed again.
Pick it.
Throw it at him.
Why?
Just watch.
Hissing, I remember this hissing.
When did I hear it.
Screams, the man's screaming.
Music to my ears.
His skin, it's burnt.
Did I do that?
The vine, it's wrapping around my arm.
Control the vine.
How?
Use it like its another arm.
I slashed at the man.
It cut right through him.
Cut him again, kill him.
'You little bi-'
So that's what the inside of a skull looks like.
This is fun.
I'm glad you're liking this.
Who are you anyway?
I'm you.
But you don't sound like me.
I used to be someone else.
Oh, do you know what I am?
Hush, we need to get you home.
Okay.
And then I will take you to some friends of mine.
Are they nice?
I suppose.
Are they like me?
In a sense.
Okay then.
Good.
