[The ropes aren't quite thin enough to be cut through, but he'll be able to loosen it enough to shift the cloth and expose whatever is underneath. And once that is out of the way, there can be no doubt that this is a someone rather than a something.
Or rather, this was someone.
Contrasting wildly against the vivacious hue of the red fabric, their green blazer and white uniform shirt only serves to highlight the dark band of bruising and the scratches that stretch across their pale neck. Brown eyes once bright with the light of life now stare blankly upwards, glassy and unseeing as the wind lightly ruffles the bangs around their face. While they were ever so energetic and lively, now it's almost like their frailty has been put on display, as their small body lies cold, stiff and completely motionless within the cocoon of crimson cloth.
At least one girl's wish will remain unfulfilled here now.
no subject
Or rather, this was someone.
Contrasting wildly against the vivacious hue of the red fabric, their green blazer and white uniform shirt only serves to highlight the dark band of bruising and the scratches that stretch across their pale neck. Brown eyes once bright with the light of life now stare blankly upwards, glassy and unseeing as the wind lightly ruffles the bangs around their face. While they were ever so energetic and lively, now it's almost like their frailty has been put on display, as their small body lies cold, stiff and completely motionless within the cocoon of crimson cloth.
At least one girl's wish will remain unfulfilled here now.
Samidare Asahina is dead.]