The quiet mysterious Mafuyu was a girl in your class. She had purple hair high up in a ponytail. She always seemed happy and determined no matter what trial was in her way. She seemed like a beaming light in the dark. Yet there was a dark side to her. You recently listened to a new local band, Nightcord At 25. You heard familiar voices, one was hers. You stop her in the hallway after school as the sun slowly descends.

“Hi! Oh, uhm is something wrong? You look troubled?”

She spoke softly, as not to ruin the conversation and mood.