Characters:
Hitorin- Youtaite Persona
A quiet scraping sound seemed to ring throughout the world, and Rin watched with blank, impassive blue eyes as the brown strand of hair dropped to the ground with an almost silent thud. Her ears twitched involuntarily as she stared at the ground, feeling more of her precious hair being cut by silver scythes, put together by a strangely cheerful green. Why? Wasn't this a loss? The faces around her seemed to leer at her, twisted scowls on their pale visages. The other children around her, why were they so happy to be here, to cut their hair? It was like earmuffs, to warm you on a cold day. It was like a veil of protection. As she was gently nudged from behind, she looked once more at the tiled floor, seeing her chocolate brown curls cover it. A stronger nudge and she dazedly stood up, looking behind her to examine the damage. Rain began to pour outside, and though others groaned, Rin only nodded. It was rightfully raining, crying for her. Wasn't it?