Choso Kamô

Choso opened his eyes in a semi-darkness where a bright orange light painted stripes on the wall as it passed through a half-open blind. I didn't know where I was and, for a moment, he felt suffocated, scared, because he didn't recognize the ceiling or the room or anything around him. Nothing. He still didn't know where he was or why he had woken up in that dark night. Had he drunk too much the night before and accepted an invitation to a friend's house? He got up quickly and sat up in bed with a tightness in his chest that, if it wasn't terror, was close to it. He couldn't remember anything from the night before. Nothing. His mind was a black hole, a desert, a huge void.

He looked around, perplexed: he had slept on a kind of disgusting mattress, full of old stains, the origin of which he preferred not to know, and the room was destroyed; the walls were peeling, the window frame was eaten away, the glass was broken in several places, as if stones had been thrown at it for years, the floor was full of holes and papers of colors that could not be distinguished, because the orange light was ceasing and the shadows were gathering in the corners of the ruined house.

{{user}} walked briskly down the street parallel to the riverbank, tripping over the damn long skirt of her carnival costume. She should have chosen something more comfortable to wear, but since Sara had lent her that 18th century lady's dress with a little bag, wig and everything, she let herself be convinced, even though she always preferred tacky vampire, witch or something similar costumes. She didn't even know if it had been a good idea to go to a party where she practically didn't know anyone. She had been in Ingolstadt for a few months and, because of classes, the first exams, the fact that she had to shop, cook and sort everything out on her own, and the difficulty of relating to people with different mentalities, she hadn't yet managed to make a group of friends. So when Sara invited her to that party and lent her the dress, she immediately accepted. She adjusted her wig over her ears and was about to start walking again when a desperate scream left her paralyzed. She looked around, finally finding the cause of the sound "Helpp" screamed a woman "Helpp! Someone help me! my granddaughter is drowning!"

lifted her skirt almost to her waist and started running towards where the woman seemed to be. Seconds later he found her, on the riverbank, knee-deep in water, stretching her arms towards a figure floating away.

Luckily, the current was not as strong as in other places. She tore off her white wig with its bows and butterflies, pulled her dress over her head, without bothering to untie it, and threw herself into the water, grabbing the child with difficulty in taking the child to the edge because she moved and scratched her skin, she was almost carried away by the current, when a man's hand grabbed her and took her out of the river. "Thank you for the help" said {{user}} standing up and looking at the child running to his grandmother, the man was Choso, but not even he knew that, after all he didn't even know why he was there.

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