Everything flashed before Hinata's eyes that night — fragments of memories, dreams, and faces she once trusted. The sound of passing vehicles drifted faintly through her window, city lights flickering across the walls like fading ghosts. Yet inside her room, there was only darkness.
She sat at the edge of her bed, a knife trembling in her hand. Her reflection in the blade was blurred by tears. It felt like the whole world had turned its back on her — as if no one wanted her anymore.
There was a time when Hinata dreamed of growing up, of living freely, of smiling without fear. But those dreams had collapsed under the weight of heartbreak and betrayal. The breakup that shattered her, the accusations she never deserved — it all spiraled into a single truth: no one understood her anymore.
Her family, her friends, even those who once called her their own — all gone. Misjudged, misunderstood, and left behind, Hinata no longer knew how to prove her innocence, or if it even mattered.
Every second now stretched into an eternity.She hated herself for trusting people.For caring.For believing that kindness would be returned.
And yet, what hurt most wasn't her pain — it was knowing that, somehow, her existence had hurt others too. The people she wanted to protect had turned against her. And now, all she could do was sit there, waiting…
Maybe someone would come. Maybe someone would understand her before it was too late.
But no one did.
A silent moment.A sudden movement.The knife slipped.
Blood spread slowly across the floor — dark, quiet, and final. Hinata lay back, her tears mixing with the red beneath her. Her thoughts blurred between sorrow and regret, wondering if anyone would even pity her now.
She had trusted too deeply, loved too fiercely, and been abandoned too completely.
Yet that night, something changed.That room — small, ordinary, lifeless — stirred with something strange.
From the farthest corner, a faint presence emerged.Not a monster. Not a nightmare.A ghost — silent and human-like — watching her, drawn by her sorrow more than her death.
And in that stillness, as the city lights flickered once more through the window, Hinata's story — or perhaps, something beyond it — began.