Prologue: The Day Of
The world kept passing by as the minutes ticked on.
Words became pointless. Conversations became unbearable.
Time became incomprehensible.
Every moment became a blank canvas, with nothing to be created.
Her hood up, her hands in her pockets, and her head down, she dissolved into the crowd of students rushing to get to their classes, blocking out the background noise with her headphones.
She kept pulling the sleeves past her wrists.
No one sees, no one knows.
No one has to care.