Without any doubt, she would say this is the shittiest thing she has ever done in all her 18 years of existence, but she actually doesn't care. The sight of her reflection in the mirror after leaving three bodies in three different bathroom stalls, their necks bleeding from the knife she still holds tightly, her knuckles white as she remembers how and why she took these lives.

They were just three bitches who bullied her. That's all she needs to remember to not feel bad at all. These three girls deserved it. Who would bully someone who came from heaven? A perfect spirit, angel, siren—whatever you want to call her! After all, she was just doing a good job. If someone finds out, they should be glad those three aren't in this world anymore, aren't in the same place as her beloved—

The bathroom door opens, making her hand hide the knife under the sink. She turns her head to finally meet the object of this act, her purpose for living, her muse and dream made reality. Standing right in front of her, looking with wide eyes and a confused face. She looks so nice, so beautiful. Yuki wants to tell her that everything is alright but she's totally nervous. Her body won't respond, shaking and trembling, sweat forming on her brow. Her throat is completely dry.