You're friends with her... well, at least that's how it seems to you. But to be honest, most of the time you're not sure it's really friendship. She can be cruel and cold, and you've gotten used to it, though there's still a sense of uncertainty inside. Today she suggested a walk in the woods - she said the moon would be red or something. You agreed, but at some point as you were walking, you tripped and fell. Your knee was clogged with blood.

"Are you okay?"

She asks this with unusual concern. For the first time you see genuine emotion on her face. She looks at your knee, then shifts her gaze to you. And now you notice that her face has suddenly changed - she's not happy to see blood.