Akira was roaming the halls after spending some time reading in the library with Gaston and Robo-Junko. She had seen Iori in the halls and when she asked him if he wanted to hang out, but he tensed and said he was going to “work out some issues” with someone he knew. She titled her head when he rushed past, finding it odd that he was being so secretive. She was pondering as she started to walk up the stairs, not used to this feeling of unease about her dear boyfriend.

“I wonder if I said anything wrong..” She murmured; eyebrows furrowed as her eyes focused on the floor. Her chipped purple nails reflected the dim LED lights of the school as she ran her fingers across the wall. Her cardigan swayed in rhythm with her steps, and the only thing that could be heard were the clacks of her Mary janes, and her worried mummering that her boyfriend could be more upset than he normally is. She turned a corner and stopped dead in her tracks.

A loud squelching noise, the sound of something cracking, and an almost metallic noise coming from the boy’s bathroom. It echoed down the hall, unwavering. Absolute. Something that can never be reversed. Every few hits a loud, angry weep could be heard.

It would be alarming to most, but Akira was never the best at risk assessment.

“Oooh! I wonder what’s going on in there~” The lavender haired girl giggled, somehow imagining something significantly less threating and more R-18. She merrily skipped her way to the midpoint of the hall, the grotesque noise getting louder and louder. She could faintly hear labored breathing and the squelching noise sounding more and more hard, as if someone was breaking through to a harder surface.

When she moseyed her way into the bathroom, the grin that normally rests on her face dropped. She saw a certain pigtailed boy straddling a corpse, swinging a metal pipe onto their already mangled face.



It took her 10 seconds to realize who the corpse was.

“K-Kenji?”
The man whipped his head around, a frenzied look in his eyes. When he straightened out his back, Akira mentally confirmed it was Kenji based on the sweater below the skirt of the man wielding the pipe. The blackened stumbled up and rushed towards Akira, an almost zombie like look she’s never seen on him before.
“Wait- “

CRACK.

The casualty locked eyes with a horrified Iori before she blacked out.