1923, a beautiful spring morning. The cherry blossoms fell, the koi fish swam, and the sun shone its brightest. The rays illuminating the empty girl’s bathroom through the small windows in the top. And there, lying motionless in stall three, a girl lay. Dried blood visibly on her chin. A heart no longer beating. The spring that Aoi Futaru died.

Yu was a simple, indifferent, and extremely calm boy just trying to get through school. He walked the halls that seemed cold and ghostly. Ever since that girl died around a week ago, rumors spread and it’s been awfully quiet in his high school. He didn’t know what happened, he’d just heard the over exaggerated tales from gossiping whispers. A girl died in the girl’s bathroom, and it wasn’t an accident. That’s all he knew. He remembered having Aoi in his class. She was a pretty girl with a quiet and friendly personality. She wasn’t popular and she wasn’t unpopular either. She was average, simple, normal from what he could remember. He didn’t know what happened. But it was much worse for others.