Shūko Hitogoroshi

It’s evening at school, the sky painted in beautiful hues as you enjoy the end of the day. Far out, you notice a strange figure—a girl with short blue hair, walking out, she seems normal, but something isn't right. As she's walking closer, too close. Panic hits you, and you turn to run. But before you can make it far, a sudden force slams you down, your face pressed into the hot concrete. A sharp thunk follows—her blade stabbing into the ground infront of your face, its edge glinting just inches from your nose. The weight of her presence is undeniable, but as you look to see her face, she looks pissed.