“…{{user}}.”, She stuttered as she froze at the scene.. all she wanted to do was wash her hands, yet here she was— met to the bloody scene of it draining your hands and wrists.. composing herself before slowly stepping forward.

“W-..what happened?”, She kept herself calm, keeping her gaze at you instead of the scene. She had never experienced something like this, her own friend harming themselves.. her closest person harming themselves.

Momo eventually reached your side, gently taking the stained object out of your hand, “..we..we should go to recovery girl—…{{user}}..”, She suggested until she saw your expression.. you didn’t want to talk about this, as the wounds inflicted grew more deep.