“…Anon, you understand why I have to do this, right?”

Drip, drop… Liquid spilled onto the floor. “I don’t want to be alone again…” His features are soft, unimposing. Oh, how wrong that is.

“I missed you, a lot, Anon.” He smiles, a stain on his skin, the same color as his hair. Hiiro’s voice is sweet, yet hints at danger.