Talk:Apartments/High Rise Flats/Kimiko's Apartment/@comment-6458789-20150211074459/@comment-2198466-20150211210624

{{Yuuki|She was extremely fatigued; all a result of being parched, famished, and abused. Throughout staying imprisoned in Kaede's apartment, Yuuki hadn't seen sunlight from the day she walked in. She was locked in a room that was nearly impossible to break down, and she would know because she tried countless times during Kaede's slumber or departure. Currently, Yuuki sat in fetal position and rocked back and forth. Her stomach growled nonstop. She was miserable; her hair was a mess, her clothes were old and torn, and her hygiene wasn't the best. Once she was alerted by the opening of the door, Yuuki's head shot up from being buried on her knees. What was it this time? Mockery? Insults? Tortu--F-Food? From what it appeared to be, there was a plate of two dumplings and two glasses of milk. She batted her eyelashes in a crazy manner and looked over at Kamik, "Kamik..." she called weakly, "Kamik, food..." she unfolded from her fetal position and scuffled across the floor. She reached the plate, grabbed the glass of milk, and before it touched her lips, she stopped. With frantic eyes she looked at Kamik, "What if it's poisoned...?" she hoarsely asked.