“It’s a pointless tragedy,” Mei murmured, her voice lost to the wind. “But the show must go on.”
She lifted her eyepatch just a fraction. The world shifted. The vibrant green of the distant mountains turned into a bruised, sickly purple. She saw the "extra" person clearly now, standing in the middle of the schoolyard below. They were laughing with friends, unaware that they were a hollow shell, a dead person who had forgotten they had died. Misaki Mei
“The class thinks ignoring you will keep them safe,” the voice of the sister she lost whispered from the shadows of the doorway. “They think if you don't exist, the Calamity won't either.” “It’s a pointless tragedy,” Mei murmured, her voice
The following is an original story inspired by the atmosphere and lore of Another . The vibrant green of the distant mountains turned
She closed her eyes, letting the eyepatch snap back into place. Tomorrow, the deaths would begin again. For now, she would just be the girl who wasn't there, drawing pictures of dolls that couldn't feel the rain.