p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="036d06f17cd6eda66abd1adeaf437afc" /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="036d06f17cd6eda66abd1adeaf437afc" /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="036d06f17cd6eda66abd1adeaf437afc"My name is Rumi Yukimura. I am an eighteen year old girl who lives in Japan. This year I left my home. Not because I thought I was old enough to live on myself, but it was for the safety of my family. This year I became an monster, I rember it like it was yesterday./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="0fc30479745248d1fb6d3b35216211f6"I left my house to go to my friend, it was a cold evening. There was nobody on the streets, just me and the cold darkness. When I was finally in the street where my friend lives, I pulled my purple scarf off and walked to the door at the front. Just when I wanted to ring the bell I heard a whimpering sound behind me. I turned around and saw a little boy standing there crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. I saw that he was holding a white rabbit in his arms. "I am lost" he replied. "Do you know the phone number of your parents?" I asked. The little boy nodded. " you can borrow my phone if you want, then you can call them," I suggested. I wasn't good with kids, I didn't like them at all. But I couldn't just leave this boy all alone in the cold. The boy tapped the number of his parents. "No answer" he said sad while he gave me my phone back. "Do you know your address?" I asked him. The boy shook his head. "There is a police station nearby. I can go with you?" I suggested. The boy nodded with a friendly smile on his face. We walked further. The boy was playing with his rabbit. "what is it's name?" I asked friendly as possible. "Kiro" He answered. In silence we walked further. Suddenly I noticed that the boy stopped walking. His head hung down and the rabbit had fallen on the ground. "What's wrong?" I asked. The boy didn't answer but lifted his head up and smiled as if he was up to something. I turned around and walked a little bit further because I was somewhere still afraid. That smile... When I wanted to run away, I felt an excruciating pain in my left shoulder. It was the boy... He was eating me! I screamed and cried. But there was nobody on the streets except me and the boy who had already got my other shoulder. He looked at me with his red glowing eyes. I couldn't do anything. I knew I was going to die. I knew I couldn't survive a ghoul. On that moment I felt on the ground. The only thing I could see was white light. I heard voices. They were getting louder and louder. I felt blood splattering on me. Were there more of them? More ghouls? Were they eating me right now? Then my brain stopped working.../p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="036d06f17cd6eda66abd1adeaf437afc" /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="036d06f17cd6eda66abd1adeaf437afc"My name is Rumi Yukimura. I am an eighteen year old girl who lives in Japan. This year I left my home. Not because I thought I was old enough to live on myself, but it was for the safety of my family. This year I became an monster, I rember it like it was yesterday./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="0fc30479745248d1fb6d3b35216211f6"I left my house to go to my friend, it was a cold evening. There was nobody on the streets, just me and the cold darkness. When I was finally in the street where my friend lives, I pulled my purple scarf off and walked to the door at the front. Just when I wanted to ring the bell I heard a whimpering sound behind me. I turned around and saw a little boy standing there crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. I saw that he was holding a white rabbit in his arms. "I am lost" he replied. "Do you know the phone number of your parents?" I asked. The little boy nodded. " you can borrow my phone if you want, then you can call them," I suggested. I wasn't good with kids, I didn't like them at all. But I couldn't just leave this boy all alone in the cold. The boy tapped the number of his parents. "No answer" he said sad while he gave me my phone back. "Do you know your address?" I asked him. The boy shook his head. "There is a police station nearby. I can go with you?" I suggested. The boy nodded with a friendly smile on his face. We walked further. The boy was playing with his rabbit. "what is it's name?" I asked friendly as possible. "Kiro" He answered. In silence we walked further. Suddenly I noticed that the boy stopped walking. His head hung down and the rabbit had fallen on the ground. "What's wrong?" I asked. The boy didn't answer but lifted his head up and smiled as if he was up to something. I turned around and walked a little bit further because I was somewhere still afraid. That smile... When I wanted to run away, I felt an excruciating pain in my left shoulder. It was the boy... He was eating me! I screamed and cried. But there was nobody on the streets except me and the boy who had already got my other shoulder. He looked at me with his red glowing eyes. I couldn't do anything. I knew I was going to die. I knew I couldn't survive a ghoul. On that moment I felt on the ground. The only thing I could see was white light. I heard voices. They were getting louder and louder. I felt blood splattering on me. Were there more of them? More ghouls? Were they eating me right now? Then my brain stopped working.../p
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