Ruka liked cute girls. They were so soft and fragile - it never took them long to break into tears [or pieces.

Sumire-chan had those big pretty eyes and rosy cheeks and her skirt was just short enough. It was only natural for Ruka to like her so much.

Ruka watched her eating lunch with her friends, chattering happily with that adorable voice of hers; she watched her running in gym class, her breath erratic, beads of sweat trickling down her skin.

Ruka was determined to bring the cutest expressions to this delicate girl's face.

To see it twisted in anguish.

So she had some fun with her boyfriend - but it was different from what she expected. When the gun shot was heard, her lovely Sumire-chan was gone. She no longer seemed as if she'd break under the touch of her hand. She reeked of power. She was disgusting, inhuman, but not a Virus either.

"I want to see it. Your crying face."

That monster took Sumire-chan away.

Ruka hated her.