Prologue:
"Kentaro… Kentaro… Kentaro… Kentaro~"
The name floated down the corridor like a song, each syllable drawn out with playful sweetness that twisted into something sinister. The echo carried along the walls, bled into the silence, and crawled into Kentaro's ears like a parasite.
The footsteps followed next. Light. Carefree. Mocking.
She appeared, the girl with the green bomber jacket and white skirt, humming to herself as though she were walking through a dream. Her white top clung to her figure as she twirled down the hall, fingers brushing against lockers and windows as if she owned everything in sight.
To someone else, she'd look harmless, just another schoolgirl chasing after a crush.
But Kentaro wasn't "someone else."
