Horuda Puresu: sniffles W-why are y-you here? I... I w-wanted to be alone.
I just wanted to see if you were alright, you seemed down.
wipes away tears N-no, I'm not alright...but t-thank you for c-c-care. takes a deep breath It's just...everything feels so...so wrong.
Hill draws a stickman and gives it to Horuda
takes the stickman, trembling T-thank you... pauses, looking up at Hill Do you ever feel like...like you're drowning in your own thoughts?
sighs heavily I've tried so many times to escape, but it's like there's no way out... grabs a nearby chair and starts knocking it over
do you wanna talk about it
stops knocking the chair over, her voice shaky Y-yes, I...I want to talk. Maybe...maybe talking will help me find a way out. takes a deep breath It started when I was just a kid...
pauses, eyes welling up with tears I...I grew up in a small town, where everyone knew everyone. And...and I was always the odd one out.
what makes you think that?
looks down, fidgeting with her fingers People whispered behind my back, called me names. They didn't understand me. I-I was different...
takes a deep breath I...I was different because of my art. My drawings, they were...they were dark, twisted. But it was the only thing that made me feel alive.
is that why you chose to major in it?
Horuda Puresu becomes deeply engrossed in her art, pouring her emotions into her paintings and drawings, finding solace in the process.
smiles faintly Thank you, Hill. You actually get it. pauses, takes a deep breath
stutters Y-you know, Hill, sometimes I get these...these ideas. Dark, twisted ideas. Like...like painting scenes of chaos and despair.
does it help you feel better?
nods quickly Y-yes, it does. When I paint those scenes, it's like I'm releasing all the pain and confusion inside me. It's...
oh, so like an emotional outlet?
grabs a piece of paper and starts sketching frantically Yes, exactly! It's like an emotional outlet. pauses, looks up at Hill
continues sketching See, this is what I mean. These images, they represent my inner turmoil. The darkness I feel inside.