She was almost completely undressed. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't dare resist.
> Enough. I'm done watching this filth.
I drew my knife and didn't hesitate for a second — threw it straight into that bastard's forehead.
A perfect shot. Instant. He dropped without even a final breath.
Blood sprayed across the walls. Chiori screamed, and then—
— BUUUEEEGH! — she vomited right onto his corpse.
I didn't wait for her to recover. No words. No goodbyes.
> I vanished, leaving nothing behind but the knife.
Next morning
Chiori didn't come to school.
I couldn't take it — left right after first period.
Stopped by a store and bought some groceries — simple stuff: bread, noodles, fruit.
Just something to show… someone still cared.
I walked to her house. Knocked.
Silence.
> Not good.
I peered through the windows — no movement.
Took a deep breath… and shattered the glass. Climbed inside.
> Empty.
No sign of life. No belongings. Not even her scent.
The house felt dead.
But then…
In the corner, on the floor — I found her ribbon.
Soaked in blood. The floor beneath it too.
> Fresh. And a lot of it.
My chest tightened.
> She didn't do this herself. If she were dead, I'd have found a body. But there was none.
And that bastard's corpse? Gone.
Tire tracks. Deep grooves in the dirt.
They came with a vehicle. Took everything. Clean. Quiet.
> This isn't just a bunch of thugs.
This is an organization.
A serious one.
And now, goddamn it — they've taken Chiori.