Taito glanced down at the floor of his room. Playing with the bandae in his hands, he sighed softly. He couldn't say anything at all, he just couldn't believe it. He was going too be gone for a few weeks.
He sighed deeply. He took out a paper and pen, writing something down on it. He breathed heavily for a bit, but smiled softly as he started too write something. As he was writing, a fresh new cut that he made himself, one on his chest; blood fell from it. Falling onto the paper. He left the note on his table, ggrabbing a few things and ran out of his door. He quitly made his way out of the mansion.
But what about the note? What did it sa