Although Yumizuka Satsuki is a quiet girl, it does not mean that she is not good at sports. In fact, as a campus idol, she has no weaknesses. She excels in study, sports, and housework. She has even won prizes in the sports festival held at the school. Normally, it is impossible for her to catch up with the frail Shiki.
But the reality was strange. Shiki was moving very fast, and even if she tried her best, she couldn't catch up with the thin figure, and her shouts didn't seem to reach Shiki's ears.
One was chasing and the other was running in the dark alley for a long time. Suddenly, after a turn, May found that she had lost the familiar figure. The familiar figure disappeared from her sight as if it had teleported.
"Tono-san? Tono-san? Tono Shiki?"
She called out his name, loudly, even louder than the time she was locked in the warehouse.
"Are you—looking for me?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind her. When she turned around, she saw that familiar figure.
He was wearing a plain white shirt and black pants, with slightly messy hair and a clean and refreshing face. Unlike usual, he was not wearing the old-fashioned glasses that covered half of his face.
"Tono-san... you..."
"Oh, so it's his acquaintance."
The boy gave a weird smile and looked at the girl's body wantonly with aggressive eyes.
The girl shrank back, instinctively feeling that something was wrong. In her impression, Shiki would never look at someone like that, and more importantly, this person didn't give her that familiar sense of security.
"Tono-san..."
"Yes, it's me, but don't call me Tono-san, call me Shiki..."
The boy shook his hair and stepped closer with the same aggressive smile.
The sudden request startled the girl, and she subconsciously took a few steps back. She had imagined calling the boy she secretly admired this way more than once, and had secretly practiced it many times when she was alone, but this sudden change still made her feel uncomfortable.
"Tono-san, what's wrong with you?"
"Me? I'm fine." The boy continued to approach, "I told you to call me Shiki."
"Shi, Shiki." the girl called out weakly.
"Well, that's right." The boy seemed very satisfied. "Haha, 'he' has good taste, but his personality..."
"Far-"
"Um?"
"Shi, Shiki, are you okay? You've been saying something incomprehensible since a while ago."
"I'm fine, but you're going to be in trouble soon. Can you guess what it is?"
The girl looked at the boy with concern, but the boy took out a knife from his pocket.
"You, what are you doing with a knife?"
"you guess?"
"Yes, is it for self-defense? I heard that there have been many missing persons cases recently." The girl answered innocently.
"I'm sorry, you got the wrong answer."
The young man shook his wrist, and a dazzling flash of knife appeared in front of the girl's eyes.
"Knives are used to kill people, and I only know how to kill people. Do you want to try it?"
"Kill, kill!!! This joke is not funny at all."
"Of course it's not funny, because it's true. Didn't you say missing persons? I did it."
"!!!"
Murder? That gentle Tono-san, murder
The girl was hit hard, but the boy didn't give her time to react, and moved closer to her while playing with the knife.
"You will be with them soon. Don't worry, I am a professional killer and I promise I won't let you feel any pain."
Impossible! This is impossible!
There must be something wrong, Tono-san, Tono-san—
The cold light on the blade illuminated the girl's confusion and also reflected the boy's ferocious smile.
"Farewell, my lovely girl!"
There was a flash of knife.
"Danger, get down!"
At the critical moment, a third person's voice was heard in the quiet alley.
The moment the voice was rang out, the girl named Yumizuka Satsuki fell to the ground in a very strange posture, narrowly avoiding the knife that was intended to seal her throat.
"Pfft."
The boy didn't pursue after missing the girl with his knife. Instead, he stepped on the wall with both feet and passed over the girl's head like a spider, muttering in dissatisfaction.
When the boy landed, there was already another person next to May.
As a young girl, purple is her signature color. Her long lavender hair, purple beret and dress, short skirt and white skin only enhance the impression of purple. Her milky white skin and high nose bridge silently tell the fact that she is not Japanese.
"Don't be fooled, he's not the man you know."
The purple girl's voice awakened May's consciousness.
"Yes, that's right, his smile is not like that. You, you are not him!"
"Ah, I've been exposed." The boy covered his forehead with his hands and laughed, "You are unexpectedly sharp, woman. I like you. It's such a waste to give you to that idiot."
The crazy laughter froze the air.
The girl was trembling, she felt unprecedented fear, but she did not run away, instead she crawled up from the ground - maybe she was broken, but before she broke down, there was one thing she had to make clear.
"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him?"
The unyielding eyes and stubborn attitude made the boy laugh even more crazily.
"Oh, don't say that. I'm not just a fake. I am Shiki's sin, the murderous impulse that he fears subconsciously, like the reflection of the moon on the water."
"The reflection should disappear." The purple girl's voice was as cold as her expression. She opened her left hand with five fingers, and held a pistol in her right hand, pointing it at the boy who called himself "Shiki's Sin". It was with this gun that she forced Shiki to push away.
"How heartless." The young man shrugged frivolously, "Please don't say that there is a huge difference between me and the original body. Although this body has a short lifespan, I also want to spend it with the person I love. This is also human nature."
"Is this how you get through it?" The purple girl began to tighten the five fingers of her left hand.
"Because I'm a killer, I only kill people, and the Shura Field of separation between life and death is not bad, don't you think so?"
The young man held the knife in his backhand, and his thin body stretched naturally, like a wild beast staring at its prey.
"The only one who will die is you, the phantom of 'Tatari'."
He clenched his left hand tightly, and the place where the boy was located was torn into pieces.
The ground, the air, the walls—all shattered.
But before that, the boy had already jumped far away, and the entire movement process did not make a sound - except for the laughter that came out of his mouth.
"Welcome to this wonderful killing field. Come and fight, the woman who falls into the spider web and also weaves the spider web."