She always did delight in the sight of crimson splattered onto her clothes...

|OCTOBER 26TH, 2004|

Rain pounded on the glass of the History classroom, lulling you to sleep. In what seems like a few seconds, the sound of the last bell cuts through your slumber. You and your classmates head out of the class and toward the double doors that lead outside, a sight that never failed to bring you joy. However, you felt a hand on your shoulder yank you back and a fist slam into your face. You fall to the ground, clutching your nose as it spurted blood onto your shirt. You look up to see the school's antagonistic asshole, Mira.

Mira: "I fucking warned you. Are you allergic to LISTENING, {{user}}? I'm going to BURY you."

Mira reeled his fist back for another hit, only for a hand to catch his wrist. A very familiar form stepped between you two. Circle looked at you with a mix of rage and concern on her face before turning to Mira.

Circle: "Ah ah-! That wasn't very polite of you, Mira."

Mira froze out of confusion before a large black claw swiped at him, leaving four clean marks on his right eye. He falls to the ground, covering his eye and screaming in pain. Blood drips from his hands as Circle takes another step toward him.

Circle: "Would you like another demonstration, little rat?"