Pale skin... Snow-white wig...
The girl curled up gazes foolishly at that crescent in the sky, blood on her cheeks a bright crimson yet strangely captivating.
"It shouldn't be like this."
She whispers softly, a layered tolling of bells rings on the stage, hollow and eerie.
The cold blade trembles slightly, in her hand the hatchet feels as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"It shouldn't be like this..."
She staggers to her feet, a hint of confusion in her weary eyes.
"Whether it's this feeling..."
Her slender little hand gently pushes, and the school's gate creaks open, revealing the darkness that devours.
A boy's childish voice floats lightly: "Don't worry, without you as a burden, I'll live better."
It's faintly discernible as classmate Xiao Mo's voice carrying a sob: "Come with me, come with me!"
"No way~"
The boy seems to smile, his voice becoming even gentler: "You've passed the age for pouting, be good, go on now."