"I believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage to stand up for another"

A short summary for this chapter.

Floods of questions rung the ears of the Grizzly Bear, but he listened to not one. All he did there was sit there, oblivious to the others.

She listened to none either. As the game continued on, others laughed, and cried, and had their fun. She just thought about a world where none of the tragedies they've all witnessed had ever happened. Theydnall be completely different people through and through, in the end. With where she was now, if someone gave her the choice to remove any tragedies that had happened, she wouldn't know what to say.

But soon, the darkness dragged her into a world, filled with the stories of others. It was filled with the memories people hated most.

Stuck in the meadows of the past, she wandered. Beautiful flowers bloomed brightly over a sorrowful corpse that she had once known and had loved. It hurt to see the flowers cross over the corpse, but she had not long ago seen those very flowers after the tragedy that had both ruined her family, and had given her the future she now walked.

The last road trip with her father had ended in disaster. This was the same day, the same time, but she went through it like a spectator. She even saw her own scared self running, with the cut along her neck, and she also saw the other people fading away into the shadows. They were all ashamed somewhat, her the most. She could've done something, yet she had only ran away.

With a swirl, she then saw three roses, one pink, one a pale peach, and one blue, like the sea. . The pink one's petals fell off slowly, revealing a face of her father, smiling and waving at her. Then, he was gone like the wind.

After the roses disappeared, she fell into an old bar. It was lively, cull of singing, and it reminded her of her own talent of music. She'd have loved to have joined in with the beautiful tune, but the instruments just faded in her hands.

Someone was performing a magic trick, fairly simple, just the rabbit out of the hat. The magician was a young boy, who had a face familiar to her- the face of a Puppy masked man. He had pulled it off amazingly, but the crowd cheered someone else's name. Mika's. Over time, the boy looked more downhearted. The person named Mika had come to his defense, but to no avail. For a while later, the boy had grown older, being half recognised, and she then saw his face in front of the place she was in, with hope that he's be recognised, finally, for what he had done. He had hoped for the name "Yuuma" to be known for who he really was.

The roses appeared again, and the peach one melted to reveal Mika's face, cool and comforting. Was this really why the Puppy had come to this place?

Finally, it faded to the story of the blue rose...

All she saw was nothing.

She only saw someone holding their heart out, betrayed, while someone smiled in the distance, with a plated smile, and hair like a buning fire. She couldn't make out her face or their eyes. All she knew about those eyes is that they burned with a loathing, as if to say "You are not welcome here". She didn't feel as if she was, either.

But then, she saw the heart was flying into her face, slamming her square in the stomach...

With a final glimpse of the world of the story she was witnessing, she opened her eyes to tears. And someone hitting her head with a boot, but that wasnt strange, given that other people had boot marks on their faces. They were also extremely unhappy with the Crow, who was explaining that he had woken them up to let them know of the scene that had occurred. He just pointed to the side, and they got the full force of it face first.

The Giraffe was holding someone's hand, clinging onto it like a lifeline, with a few watery stains on her face. She then noticed that the hand she was holding onto was weak and lifeless, with there being only one conclusion to what had happened.

Someone had lost it. Someone had ruined the night.

The hand belonged to a corpse, with a smiling face, even with two knives riddled in her front and back, with the blood dry and crispy across a breezy light blue dress. The other hand laid across her chest, with a simple item drawn with her own blood. It could seem that she could be pushed down a river to a love song, as peaceful as she looked. The girl deserved to be buried in satin, and left at somewhere peaceful at the first rays of sun. She had done nothing wrong.

However, the beauty of her peacefulness came at a cost. There'd be no more bad jokes, no more lighthearted humor, and no more being friendly to one-another. Paranoia would still come, and still, she was worrying over the cost of these people's lives. Now that her worst fear had come true, what was next?

But still, even the Giraffe had a twinkle in her eye, as she held the hand up high, and smiled. She had lost someone she could have called a friend, yet she wouldn't let that get her down. That was admirable of her, what she could go through with hope.

Finally, the shock of it all had just hit her like a sledgehammer. Someone in this room had murdered the girl in cold blood, and they would have to pay the price. She didn't want to, but from what she knew, the killer had to have recieved fair judgement, or they all die. And the punishment must fit the crime- wouldn't the punishment be death for themselves? With that theory, it felt sadder. They'd have to take 2 lives instead of none.

There was one thing she knew for sure. The Butterfly will be avenged.