Swiftcurrent Creek You're here with me, Dr. Death-Defying

Hiro is not turned to the door as he expected to be, as he hopes.

No, he was faced with an invitation. Fleeting kindness, nearly forgotten but not a foreign concept. Though these gestures turned to be tools more often than not. Ruses they were taught to look out for and bend in their favor.

Though these promises usually came from the whispers of men. Though they held the same guard they'd grown accustomed to, there were cracks that formed in the wall in this instance.

Alright, Hiro murmured, taking to the girl's side with hestiant step.

With new information came new oppotrunity. They found themselves observing her clouded eyes longer than they usually would. Briefly they wondered if her blindness originated from birth, or the scars that raked across her face.

His gaze turned forward then. Chihiro. The name was tentatively given. You?