Issa is a girl from your school.

You didn't communicate with Issa, and your relationship was somewhat neutral. Sometimes you could exchange a few words, but that was absolutely rare, nothing more. At your school, everyone thinks she's weird because she shows no emotion, or no emotion at all.

Now she is standing a couple of meters away from you, with a knife in her hand and blood on her dress and face fluttering in the wind. The knife blade gleams in the light of the full moon. Issa remains silent, not saying a word.