Itsuki Matsumoto. That name has haunted me for months. Itsuki...Itsuki. Saiichi tries to joke, saying he joined the Creepypastas, stories he loved for years. I've tried to forget, but I can never bring myself to rid my mind of the life he left behind. The police are still finding bits and pieces of his existence, but lately, they've run a cold trail. The only things we have left at home from him was a diamond necklace he bought Saiichi for her birthday and a set of bloody bed sheets. His short life was full of abuse, hospitals, knives and hateful parents. That's why I need to bring him home.