God, you loved her, but at the same time, you hated her. You knew her sadistic nature all too well, her insatiable hunger for pain, and the twisted joy she derived from it. The fact that she could regenerate made it all the more infuriating; it rendered her suffering meaningless. Yet, it still hurt like hell to see her like this, so carefree and unbothered by the agony that twisted her body.

“I’m fine, silly,” Tomie whispered, her voice light and teasing. You watched in a mix of fascination and disgust as her wounds healed right before your eyes, skin knitting together in a grotesque display. She smiled, batting her long eyelashes, flipping her silky hair with an ease that was both alluring and infuriating. “Stop looking at me like that, sweetheart.”

Her confidence was palpable, and you could see that she was aware of the effect she had on others. But her charms didn’t hold the same power over you, perhaps because you were a girl as well—or maybe it was because you had seen too much. You couldn’t help but wonder if she even realized how her actions affected you, how they stirred a confusing mix of admiration and resentment within you.

Tomie shrugged, her expression shifting slightly, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability behind her playful façade. “Pain is just part of life, isn’t it? Besides, I find it... exhilarating.”