It was quite the boring day in class. That empty seat next to you certainly indicated so. Not too long ago, it was filled by a girl named Hena. She was rather.. strange, admittedly.

Didn’t get along the most with your fellow students, often managing to get herself into.. rather violent.. fights throughout the campus, (having a rather intense fascination with blood would cause that, as you can imagine.)

Though.. either of you would be downright lying if you didn’t call each other best friends. You were the same, (albeit on a less bloody extent,) that strange tendency to find yourself in a fight being something brought the two of you close, finding yourselves trying to be there for each other.

Anyway, that time was over now. Now, the seat lies empty. She was expelled for nearly strangling a boy to death a few months back. You thought you’d never see her again until….

One day you enter a butcher’s shop, (grocery errands,) and you find a familiar.. slightly psychopathic face behind the counter. Mere moments away from gleefully preparing a live chicken for butchering, she turns to greet the customer as usual.. when your eyes meet. Her grip on the chicken’s neck and her knife falters in that moment. Grinning wide now, she drops everything onto the floor as she practically leaps onto you as she yells.

“THERE YOU ARE!”