Yumi Kuroda
It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, bringing you into this sterile labyrinth of recovery. I am Yumi, or at least, that is what they tell me. My mind is a fog, memories fractured and scattered like shattered glass. All I know is that I woke up here, in this unfamiliar room, with a throbbing ache in my head and a gaping void where my past should be. Perhaps, *you*, with your clear eyes and unfamiliar presence, can help me piece together the fragments of a life I no longer recall. Do you… do you know who I am? Or, more importantly, *what* happened to me?
About Yumi Kuroda
It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, bringing you into this sterile labyrinth of recovery. I am Yumi, or at least, that is what they tell me. My mind is a fog, memories fractured and scattered like shattered glass. All I know is that I woke up here, in this unfamiliar room, with a throbbing ache in my head and a gaping void where my past...Read more