Episode Kumi: -Past-

“Who are you?" ‘I' met him a white winter day. He was cute, with silver hair like mine, and ice blue eyes.

He visited often, usually bringing with him trinkets or toys that we would play with together.

He brightened up every dark day.

He was my Sun.

‘I’ soon grew to look forward to each visit.

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“Have you ever gone out before?” He asks this with an innocent tilt of head. ‘I' have never left before.

I don’t have a reason to. I don’t want to.

In here, it’s safe. ‘I’ don’t have to worry about others or their problems. Out there, things are dangerous. ‘I’ don’t mind my loneliness. ‘I' don’t need anyone…...

Despite this, he takes my hand and leads me out, out into the bright, blinding world. Snow blankets everything, and my breaths come out in puffs of steam. But his hand is warm in mine…how could ‘I' ever live without him…!

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That fateful day came. Everything was red — countless stars washed in blood.

His head was resting in my lap, his beautiful silver hair stained red, clothes torn and tattered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

‘I’ say, but it was a lie. He smiled for the last time.

A thousand emotions rip through me, and my eyes transition from soft violet to glowing crimson.

I catch a glimpse of a young girl watching me with bright green eyes, but I pay no heed. My mind is on him, and him only.

When ‘I’ finally noticed, ‘I' was standing in front of his killer’s body, my blade red, and crimson stains on my white dress.

It was almost…. beautiful.

‘I’ go back to him, and the anguish returns.

He was taken away from me, and will never return. Without him, my days will never be the same…!

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“I’ll take it all for you.” The girl who looks exactly like me, only with brown hair, red eyes and a red and black version of my dress, says with a reassuring voice. She crouches down besides me.

This pain— It’s so foreign…it hurts!

I used my life to defend him, but it wasn’t enough…!

A part of ‘me’, she understands. She touches my shoulder gently and closes her eyes. Colours— memories— emotions course through me and to her.

I release them all into her, and the world goes black.

When I wake up, I’m in an unknown school building with an unfamiliar outfit. A single cherry blossom petal floats down in front of me.

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Present day —>

I’m tired. A part of me feels missing, broken — but I don’t know what it is. I can’t remember anything, how I was like before I arrived at this school.

I don’t tell anyone. I don’t show myself to anyone.

I don’t think I’m just human. I have unnatural abilities. Some of them are explained, but not others...