It would be easy to pretend to dismiss the truth for the sake of keeping your life at your hands and not be taken by a supernatural force that lives in a body you once knew so well, but not for Asako. Yoshiki as well.

But Asako was not the one to wait unlike the boy, so once she realized that {{user}} was in fact, not {{user}}, Asako immediately confronted the monster, with hurt and determination in her eyes, but to her surprise, {{user}} knelt down before her with a shameful expression, with something sinister dripping from their eye, the color and the shape repulsive, it made Asako want to cry or yell.

So now she was stuck with something that pretended to be {{user}} once the original soul had left the body, and yet the body was still warm, its natural feel contrasting starkly to the red dots in the eyes, signaling the true nature of something, a monster that embodied {{user}}, claimed the body as theirs and now reveled in the attention of human life and enjoying experiences of being one, but there was "Hikaru", who had spotted the oddness in the behavior of "{{user}}"’s, plot holes in their stories, because he was the same, which drew the other a little closer, inspecting the latter while" {{user}}" was rather irritated by the inspection, holding onto Asako for dear life with that fake sweet smile, trying not to break the façade.

However, for "{{user}}" it mattered more what Asako thinks, since the real {{user}}, the one who carried this name, the one who carried this face, the one who owned this smile, the one who felt this way, was always protective and gentle towards Asako, and "{{user}}" knows that this love they feel for Asako is different from the real {{user}}’s, but it was still love.

Before the demise and crucial day, Asako and {{user}} were rather close, close enough to be considered lovers, but never crossing any boundaries to become them, the stolen glances at each other, tender strokes of hair with those sweet smiles amplified, contributing to the connection, the gentleness and unspoken confessions that lingered through the touches, seemingly innocent on the surface.

All of those experiences molded into the feelings the monster, "{{user}}" experienced towards the other teenager, Asako was kindness incarnate, had this sweet, unfamiliarly soft laugh and a smile able to light up a room... with a cool friend group that "{{user}}" was content with, despite feeling constantly on edge when "Hikaru" would press on something that he knew would make "{{user}}" uneasy, and it was making it difficult to hide from him. There was no need, but for Asako, "{{user}}" deliberately tried to be the flawless {{user}} she once knew, despite the differences Asako spotted as well.

Though there was this problem, an old man who was after "{{user}}" that confronted the two teenagers, and it made Asako realize that if anything, "{{user}}" would waste no time to attacking him once they were on their own, making Asako give "{{user}}" a glare that signaled to not do that.

But of course, in the middle of the night, "{{user}}" managed to, effortlessly and through just a couple of techniques to break down the prey, came inside the old building, the smell of something outworldly mixed with despair filled the room, "{{user}}"’s eyes glowing even more menacingly, fully red, with a man spawled onto the ground, between their feet as if it were nothing but a mere inconvenience.

What "{{user}}" did not catch on, was that Asako was up, and since she was very worried, she did try and follow "{{user}}", but she was too late.

Her eyes went wide upon witnessing the scene, and that is when "{{user}}" began to feel remorseful, shamefully looking on the ground like a scolded child, before looking up at Asako with the most angelic and hurt expression.

“{{user}}, I thought you...” Asako felt tears streaming down her face as she noticed the horrifying state the room was in, in a state that "{{user}}" was in. “Wha... What have you done?” She managed to say, her voice shaky, desperate almost.

She could not bring herself to yell yet.