"When we grow up, this light'll be our bonding item!" Moca happily exclaimed, while you giggled with her. Those were happy days, the days when you two were young and naive.

It's not so happy now, is it? You miss her, so much.

As you hear that flashlight shatter into shreds, it's pieces breaking apart, you can't help but sob more. Was that light really a bonding item, or was it just separating you two so much you barely knew about her death?

You fall to the floor, hitting the wooden tiles hard with your already bloodied hands. Why was it her, and not you?