Part One ~ Where are you

Itsuki Matsumoto. That name has haunted me for months. Itsuki...Itsuki. Saiichi tries to joke, saying he joined the Creepypastas, stories he loved for years. I've tried to forget, but I can never bring myself to rid my mind of the life he left behind. The police are still finding bits and pieces of his existence, but lately, they've run a cold trail.
The only things we have left at home from him was a diamond necklace he bought Saiichi for her birthday and a set of bloody bed sheets. His short life was full of abuse, hospitals, knives and hateful parents.
That's why I need to bring him home.