The child is shivering uncontrollably, eyes wide and vacant of anything human. She doesn’t seem to notice the mafiosi swarming through her house like a swarm of flies. Her fingers twitch around a cellphone at her chest.
Such a pretty little thing — so doll-like, and delicate. You could barely make out the blood soaked into her scarlet kimono.
“Kyouka-chan, isn’t it?” Kouyou says. The girl’s eyes widen further at the sound of her name, and she raises her gaze until it locks onto Kouyou’s. “My sweet Kyouka, you don’t have to be alone. I’ll save you from this cruel world.”