"I'm incredibly sorry ma'am, but you must get away from him! He's dangerous!" (???)

"But he's my precious son! Let me go!" (???)

Son...what's a son? Where are these voices coming from? It's dark...so dark...

"Ma'am! Please listen to me! He is no longer your son! He has already fallen!" (???)

Fallen? What does "fallen" mean? Who is he talking to? Who is he talking about?

Huh?

Ummm...I guess not...but I am curious...guh, what a headache!

"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!" (???)

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"Ignis! What's wrong!?" (???)

"MA'AM!! GET AWAY QUICKLY!!" (???)

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A silver haired boy was standing alone. A blood scented breeze swept through his hair. Below him are countless corpses. Suddenly, the motionless boys squats down and picks something up from the pile of corpses.

In his hand is a needle with thread attached. He grins, and closes his mouth, as the needle quickly approaches his lips...

That was the day that the horror known as "Stitches" was born.