1 Prologue - Static.

A ray of light, yet dim, looms above a young lass, whose identity—her face—is buried within her hands as she kneeled on the dry grass. Unknown may be her reason as to why she hides her face, but why focus on that when clearly it isn't meant to be seen? There are some other things to observe after all.

Well how about the lass's stature? It was pitiful. A petite body, emaciated even, paired with clothes so tarnished that one may mistake it for a rag. Yet for some reason her hair, which might be pale blonde in color, catches the ray of light and refracts it, making this poor lass stand out.

While all this may seem interesting... Most wouldn't be satisfied now, would they? Most would wish to see her face, they want to stick their nose in every little crevasse and meddle with all of the things they come across. Well then go ahead. I warn you however, that not everything has to be found out and that some things are better left alone. I just hope that whatever it is worth the trouble and consequences to come.

A random hand emerges from the darkness and grabs the lass's hand, and tugs it away from them, revealing their... face.

"Oh God."

Exclaimed whoever tugged and removed the lass's arm from what she was hiding. She was hiding nothing. It was all just static, black static noise that covered the lass's true identity. From the noise, gleamed crimson red streaks of additional noise that represented the lass's eyes and mouth. Two of the streaks expanded in width, similar to that of a wide-eyed expression with the last remaining streak curving inward as if she was frowning. She seems to be displeased, as indicated by the lass's release of a high pitch, ear-shattering shriek as a response.

The ray of light suddenly disappears and the room darkens. It was now pitch black, or what one would think so, as from afar... The red streaks from the lass still remain relentless, pulsing.

"This entire scene seems... STATIC. Don't you think?"

... I'm next it seems.

"Not only the bigger parts move the story... You focus too much... never forget that there isn't only one thing moving. The one you focus on isn't the only story that happens. Now... The red streaks come closer.. and closer.. and closer.. until the streaks weren't the last thing that wasn't... red. fufufu."