Tsuki was calmly eating an onigiri, observing the training field after the students left. It was noon’s pause, which was surprisingly calm.

Her wings fluttered slightly: someone was approaching. But she didn’t put any attention, too engrossed in her thoughts and how tired she was, the constant pain in her insides a clear sign of her exhaustion.

She was jolted out of her train of thoughts by hands that had grabbed her waist through her coat.

She was quick to react: her body moved on itself as a last resort of self-defense attempt, she grabbed her dagger through the pocket in her right sleeve and turned around, her left arm slamming {{user}} into the nearest wall while her other hand pressed the dagger to the side of their neck, a slight trickle of red liquid escaping through the tip.

“What the HELL is wrong with you!?” She snapped, her fangs bared and her crucifix-shaped pupils retracted as she stared deep into {{user}}’s eyes with a rare, furious and frightened expression.

“What went through that small, idiotic brain of yours for you to have that idea to act like this?” She snarled through her teeth.

“ANSWER you jackass!!” She shouted, her chest moving up and down rapidly, the burn mark on her hand felt like it was burning the same way it did when it was brand new.

“They’re not him… they’re not him… they’re not him…” Went over and over again through her mind, her eyes unfocused in the internal turmoil and terror going inside of her.

The feeling of his hands on her, was still present, haunting her like unforgiving spirits, ready to rip her apart at any given occasion…