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The moonlight sneaks through the shattered window. A girl towers over the broken body of a child, mangled with his blood and million shards of broken glass which reflected the moonlight. And on a certain shard of glass a drop of tear fell, presumably from the girl. Just as another drop of tear was falling from her eyes, a boy with a gun barges into the hall. His eyes grow wide at the sight of the person he trusted covered by with the crimson red of an innocent life. “All these people…… Y.. you are all alike……all cold-blooded killers who don’t deserve to live in this world. All of you should just die!” The girl's once prized accessory, her life built on by kindness 8 years before, fell broken into the pool of sorrow as if nothing mattered.