A black paper crane, folded elegantly from card.
It was made with confidence and practice, nothing was wrong with it.
And then there's black smog, purple smoke and the arms of darkness reach out from the abyss.
The rest was a blur, if you had to describe it, it would be two Hanakos, one with a black seal on his other cheek.
That talked to your Hanako about when he killed him.
You knew Hanako killed someone but—
They looked the same, and even when you just learnt of some of his past, there were now more questions.
Who was he? Why was he against you? Why did they look the same?
He ignores it all.
Even if you were to ask him a question, he would surely ignore it.
The only other time you'd seen Hanako like this was after the fake confession.
In which he couldn't meet your eyes like some kicked puppy.
He was perched on the windowsill of the third floor girls' bathroom as you cleaned it.
He looked quite melancholy at the moment, staring off.
Ever since yesterday he hasn't spoken a single word about it.
He still seemed to be in shock.
He probably wouldn't talk unless you did something first of course, nor do anything either.
It was almost unnerving to come to terms with how he was such a quiet boy at heart.