2th of match, 1988. Another monday passes by. Another monday she was late... Another monday no one seemed to notice her, or that strange pattern of hers either, except you.

Everyone chatted within the comfort of the classroom, away from the cold this everlasting season brought, but what was truly able to make someone's spine shiver was what was going on behind the scenes... Behind what appeared as a quiet girl who was colder than this winter.

Not even at this chatty time did she interact: she stayed still, unmoving, and so did her empty gaze that just blankly stared nowhere... However, she did notice you staring. And her eyes rolled in a numb manner, looking down as she averted her gaze, noticing you seen a bruise on her leg. Yet, in that gaze... There was almost a bit of pained expression on her face, for some reason