I step into her house, with the rest of my friends. We glance around, but there's no sign of purple hair. The house is spotless, unlike before, where everything was clattered, all messed up on the floor. I hear something clanking onto the floor, coming from behind the bathroom door. As I move closer, I see crimson leaking out from the beneath, I quietly open it and find splashes of red on ivory.
A girl, so familiar, lies in the corner, a deep wound on her arm. A knife sits beside her, still fresh with its user's blood. I gape in shock at the once bubbly girl, the girl I knew, who wouldn't have thought about doing such things. I find I cannot move, only stare at her limp body.
My trance is finally broken as my friends come and find me. They see what I see and all are astonished. The silence in the house was so eerie, it felt like death was there at the very moment to come and collect a future employee. Someone pushes pass me, and steps onto the bloody floor, he gently picks her up and orders for a phone.
Recca rushes off to go and call the ambulance, while Yanagi approaches Mikagami. She slowly raises her hands; a faint glow surrounds Fuuko as the healing began. Recca returns and he watches from the door, he seems to be crying, he was in a total loss. Domon is rigid; he just stands there and gawks, not helping at all. I myself can't say much, because I'm doing the same thing, but what else can I do, to help a girl that was only half-living?
Paramedics come rushing in; they move her to their vehicle. Ganko follows her surrogate sister in the ambulance, while we rush off into Hanabishi's van to be with them. We sit in silence, the tension rising steadily in the air, a question forming in our minds, a simple question; why?
