Chapter 3
Later that day, after the whole ordeal had been nearly settled, Michiru walked home alone, or so she thought. Her thoughts lingered back on the days events, seeing the dead body of her true love, contemplating suicide herself, and ultimately, thinking about who could've committed such a heinous act. As she walked along, she didn't notice that she was straying from the correct route home. Farther and farther she drifted from the stone walkway, and deeper into an unknown area, which never used to be there.
Minutes later, she noticed the increase in darkness, and the dewy, slippery grass which she trod on. It seemed so unlike the path she had walked along with Haruka so many times before. A dark, foreboding presence filled the air, not to mention the foul odor of what seemed to be rotting eggs.
"Where am I," she said to herself, stopping to rest on a small rock nearby. "This doesn't seem like the park's pathway. This place doesn't even feel like this earth. It feels more like some deserted planet, some cold, desolate, barren wasteland..."
Before she could get the rest of her sentence out, a high-pitched shriek, no more like a moan, pierced through the deathly silent place. A figure emerged from the shadows...
"Ha-Haruka? No..but..You're-You're dead...."
Later that day, after the whole ordeal had been nearly settled, Michiru walked home alone, or so she thought. Her thoughts lingered back on the days events, seeing the dead body of her true love, contemplating suicide herself, and ultimately, thinking about who could've committed such a heinous act. As she walked along, she didn't notice that she was straying from the correct route home. Farther and farther she drifted from the stone walkway, and deeper into an unknown area, which never used to be there.
Minutes later, she noticed the increase in darkness, and the dewy, slippery grass which she trod on. It seemed so unlike the path she had walked along with Haruka so many times before. A dark, foreboding presence filled the air, not to mention the foul odor of what seemed to be rotting eggs.
"Where am I," she said to herself, stopping to rest on a small rock nearby. "This doesn't seem like the park's pathway. This place doesn't even feel like this earth. It feels more like some deserted planet, some cold, desolate, barren wasteland..."
Before she could get the rest of her sentence out, a high-pitched shriek, no more like a moan, pierced through the deathly silent place. A figure emerged from the shadows...
"Ha-Haruka? No..but..You're-You're dead...."