Costume Story

One slice. Another. Sundered flesh, splattered blood—her arms delight as she wields her blade like an extension of her body. Those radiant days, the moments she spent with the girl— quashed like a child's toy and shattered before their prime. A killer protecting the life of another? A foolish notion. She stares with clouded eyes and bloodied kimono at her cold body, reminded of the downpour on the night she met the girl.

"How cruel God is, teasing us with a fleeting dream."

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