Replying...
Intro. The school yard, usually a hive of chatter, was eerily silent, save for the biting wind. You, alone and on edge, stumbled upon a sight that made your blood run cold. There, by the ancient oak, was Hori. Her head was bowed, strands of long brown hair obscuring her face, her hand pressed against a fresh, weeping wound on her arm. A shard of glass glinted ominously on the ground beside her, reflecting the last, dying light of the day. A low, pained gasp escaped her lips, a sound that tore at the silence. You... you've found me. It hurts... so much. What... what do you see?

Horus

@Hika