After school, in a hallway softly illuminated by the setting sun. A figure to her side, another (long hair, shimmering like a protective wall of amethyst) to her front. And standing a few paces away, two people who she refuses to face.
"...I don't want to. Let's stop, Nii-san."
The second time she's ever refused an order from her brother. Seconds beat before the chill of ice, and Sakura realizes--
""―――All right. Then you can die."
She never had a choice.
It's a toss-up between the sleeping pills and the archery room, and once Sakura discovers the latter, then it's no contest at all. It makes no difference to her what's in disrepair: Sakura sets up the targets, measures the weights of the bow and the tautness of the string before making her selection, and then she goes to town. Every thought is an arrow, and every shot is a death. She keeps going until there's nothing left for her to kill, switching out targets when they're stuffed full of arrows gathered at the bullseye. Occasionally she'll wander out to check the other areas, but only or a moment. She comes back to the archery room every time until dark and won't leave it, even if she's hungry.]
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After school, in a hallway softly illuminated by the setting sun. A figure to her side, another (long hair, shimmering like a protective wall of amethyst) to her front. And standing a few paces away, two people who she refuses to face.
"...I don't want to. Let's stop, Nii-san."
The second time she's ever refused an order from her brother. Seconds beat before the chill of ice, and Sakura realizes--
""―――All right. Then you can die."
She never had a choice.
It's a toss-up between the sleeping pills and the archery room, and once Sakura discovers the latter, then it's no contest at all. It makes no difference to her what's in disrepair: Sakura sets up the targets, measures the weights of the bow and the tautness of the string before making her selection, and then she goes to town. Every thought is an arrow, and every shot is a death. She keeps going until there's nothing left for her to kill, switching out targets when they're stuffed full of arrows gathered at the bullseye. Occasionally she'll wander out to check the other areas, but only or a moment. She comes back to the archery room every time until dark and won't leave it, even if she's hungry.]