You were greeted with the smell of a familiar metallic liquid dripping down from your yukata. The scarlet smeared all across your lower torso, a rip provided in your ribbon to have given evidence from where you bled. Wounds had been something you were often desensitized to, as it had been your one association that was akin to emotion. The scar felt sharp and thorny, so much so that any contact with it left you shaken. You were alive, yet you found yourself wondering at what cost was this even fortunate?

You wish you could have said goodbye to your sister at the very least before she drifted elsewhere, unknown by you but everyone else supposedly. You didn't even know how you continued so long with the knowledge you'll most likely never see her again. And now that you're left with a strike across your abdomen, no mercy given as you lay on the chilling floor, all you could think of is what you should have done when you had the chance.

Warm yet scarce blankets, head propped on a pillow, pale lights adding to the snow white walls and jade tiles along the ground, just where were you? The creek of an office chair had brought you back to the surface, and you weakly glanced over in an attempt to piece what was lost on you. Kyouka...

Her stormy blue eyes caught a glimpse of your half-lidded expression, and she freezes, mouth shaking into a nostalgic frown.

"{{user}}, I..."