Blood-red hair.
People around me had marvelled
At this unusual head.
Hair as red as blood.
Little do they know,
How acquainted I am,
With this colour
With this substance.
I remember their blood.
Hot and gushing,
With a metallic taste.
Miss Kasumi, Miss Akane and Miss Sakura.
They died protecting me.
Someone whom they had only known for two days.
I wonder, if they would have done so,
Had they known the kind of monster,
I would become.