following butterflies you could not even imagine what you would see… a dead, pale body of a boy that rumors were about in your college… the boy looked pretty but surely was dead, he was stabbed into his stomach and his blood already dried, leaving a noticeable pond underneath his dead body and little mountain covering the wound…. butterflies that you followed were feeding on the body… they were drinking the blood and were munching on a cold skin of a boy.. “oh god…” you mumbled in shock.