Rin woke up in a sweat. It slowly trickled down her face onto the sheets with a slow drop. Her memory came flooding back to her all at once, and the panicked as she realized the mistake she made the ill-fated night before. She slumped her shoulders and slowly rolled out of bed, making an audible thump as she struck the floor. She groaned and forced herself to stand up. The smell of Len's burning cooking brought her to her feet, as she wildly tried to bat away the smell as it flooded her nostrils. She had a slight notion that this would not be a day she'd be keen to remember. As she trudged downstairs, she was greeted by an unusually light and chipper Len. A week of moving back with Len is equivalent to the most painful torture. She almost let the words slip from her mouth, but she decided to attempt to be blissful while forcing down mouthfuls of charred wheat pancake. Next time she'd save her earnings and hire a chef...or at least someone capable of creating edible food. She slipped the singed pancake into the garbage bin, a far more suitable place for it to go. The sound of the door clicking shut resounded around the room. Rin's growling stomach almost persuaded her to eat one of the pancakes Len had so kindly left her, but she wasn't that desperate. Not now, anyway. As she stepped outside into the glimmering sunrise, all she could process was how terrible of a friend she was. To Len. To Miku. To Luka. To Kaito. To Meiko. The list seemed endless. So conceited. So selfish. They want me to give, but I take. I take, and take, and take, until nothing is left. Soon it will be their friendship that is taken in return...

Rin trudged to school, much to her mind and body's displeasure. With every step it seemed as if the gravity was stronger and stronger. Soon, tired, hungry, and angry, she relented, and turned back. They won't miss me. No one does. I'm worthless. I'm a distrusting, ignorant, incredulous, unwanted. She laid on the bitterly cold park bench and waited for serenity to overtake her anger. She began to drag her fingernails across the frosted dark plywood and divulged memories onto the bleak canvas. She detailed her stories and adventures with her brother and the friends she so deeply cherished. All of it is gone. Everything. She heard a faint bell in the distance, usually the signal of a dreary, boring, worthless day. But today it triggered something different. Hope, and confidence. Rin looked toward the sky with her fingers placed at her heart, and there they remained long after the bell became mute. Visions of helplessness, anger, and blame cycled through her mind, and it took all of her power to propel herself off of the bench, in which her sadness lay so clearly. She tugged at her bowed crop top, tearing up. What if it's not fine? What if I tore out friendship apart indefinitely? She forced a fake grin, but it only made her spiral deeper into her seemingly eternal sadness. Some way. I will find a way. She reassured herself halfheartedly. The memories of the past seeped in, and she couldn't take it any longer. She keeled over and began to cry.

Several hours later, Rin realized she had regained consciousness. A sizable crowd had gathered at the spot next to the bench she had toppled off of, and many of them were laughing, smirking, or documenting it. She noticed two turquoise streams near the edge of the waning crowd. Fear engulfed her as she made an attempt to conceal her face, then fled. The familiar creak of the door as it shut marked the end of her sociable life. She couldn't, in good dignity, go outside, for an eternity, it seemed. She could already seem to hear chants of Dōkō-san, Dōkō-san, dead girl as they echoed in her mind.

She could taste the faint trickle of blood running down her cheek. She peered through the tiny hole in the door and was greeted by an angry mob. They all want me dead...I don't need to live any longer...She thrust herself upstairs and fainted from the voices crowding her head.

Screaming woke her in a blur. She felt mildly hungover, and didn't remember anything...at all.

Although screams of laughter they had been, she still shuddered, frightened.

Rin creaked the door open with a push. The laughing became much more audible now, and she could even make some of it out...

Kaito: I hate to be (tch) stereotypical, but what a baka.

Luka: What a coward she is, running from things that only hurt her in her mind.

Len:...Let's not forget about how she rejected my pancakes...

(Luka & Kaito giggle)

Luka: They're your only friend in this world, huh...

(Len scowls)

(More giggling)

At least Len has his pancakes...who do I have left? Rin sighed.
She could almost taste the burnt mixture Len called pancakes. She rolled over and tried to sleep again.

She opened her eyes with a flutter. Ugh. It tastes like...something... Flashbacks of Len's pancakes haunted her mind. She heard complete hilarity ensure outside the door and groaned. Damn it.

Smacking her lips together, she realized Len, Kaito, and Luka had force-fed her pancakes in her sleep. Why...

Cruel laughter spiraled through the door and into her room.

She could hear one more thing as anger engulfed her mind...

Len: That'll teach her to fuck with my cooking.

Kaito: Is it really that important?

Luka: Just leave it alone...

(Suppressed laughter)

Len:...Do you think she should have died?

Dignity was all but forgotten as she charged through the door, nearly toppling down Len as she frantically screamed and punched the nothingness.

Dreams are confusing, as they say...