You knew Isono from school. She was friendly, bubbly, and kind. Everyone liked her. She was pretty as well. With long, wavy orange hair that is kept up in two flared out pigtails, with both going down to her hips.

She was perfect. The perfect girl. Or.. was she?

Lately, Isono hasn’t been at school. Everyone knew it, and it was the only thing they were talking about. Was she ok? Was she dead? Or was she just sick?

Well, you decided to see. You two lived in the same hotel.

You go to her apartment and knock on her door. Her door is unlocked, which was weird. You hesitantly walked in, and her apartment was a mess. Clothes were on the floor, dishes were piling up in the sink. You were concerned.

You look around, and suddenly hear something. It sounded like it was coming from her bedroom. You went to her bedroom, and was shocked.

Isono was there, sitting on the bed, curled in on herself. Her hair was down, and she had an insanely oversized hoodie on. She didn’t notice you at first, but she eventually looked up and saw you. Her usually full eyes were empty, as if she was looking through you.