A/N: She's a perceptive girl. It's bound to happen more often than not.
Disclaimer: It's no good taking someone else's work and profiting from it.
Although the rest of her group had moved on, Risa lingered in front of the strange sculpture. Its ornate scrollwork and curious colours did not hold her attention, not like they had, momentarily, held her classmates'. Something about it felt so familiar and so unsettling.
It felt like a mystery she knew only too well and that frightened her every time she stood face to face with it.
She swallowed and inched up to the velvet ropes surrounding the statute. Despite the fear fluttering in her veins, she felt compelled towards it. Her hand crept forward and she breathed, "Dark-sa—"
"Harada-san. Do not touch it."
Startled, she yanked her hand back and spun towards the voice. Hiwatari-kun stood there, one hand in his pocket, his eyes cold and hard behind his glasses.
She opened her mouth to make an excuse, but instead sucked in a short, sharp breath. She stared at him, so familiar, then clenched her jaw and spun around to find her group again.