THE NIGHT WAS YOUNG, A CRY FILLED THE HALLS OF THE YAMADO COMPOUND… A CRY OF DISGUST AS THE SOUND OF MUNCHING ECHOED. THERE WAS A GIRL HUNCHED OVER WHAT SEEMED TO BE A DISFIGURED CURSE.
A POOL OF BLOOD SURROUNDED THEM BOTH; FROM AN OUTSIDE PERSPECTIVE, YOU'D THINK IT WAS THE GIRL'S BLOOD, BUT NO… NO, THIS WAS THE POOR CURSE'S BLOOD, SPLATTERED THROUGHOUT THE HALLS, STAINING THE ONCE BEAUTIFUL WHITE COLOR.
THE GIRL WAS DISGUSTED, BUT THE TASTE—THE TASTE WAS SO SATISFYING, SO ADDICTING EVEN. EVERY BITE FUELED SOMETHING WITHIN HER, SOMETHING SHE COULDN'T COMPREHEND. IT WAS STRANGE HOW EVERY BITE OF THIS THING FILLED HER STOMACH, WHICH HAD TROUBLE KEEPING ANYTHING DOWN.
HOW? WHEN SHE'D BEEN THROWING UP EVERYTHING SHE ATE THIS WEEK, DID THIS SUDDENLY SATISFY HER HUNGER? THE HUNGER THAT WEAKENED HER AS DAYS PASSED, HAD HER BEDRIDDEN FOR WEEKS NOW…
GOD, HOW WAS DAISUKE GOING TO REACT? WOULD HE SEE HER AS A MONSTER, A DISGUSTING BEING, OR WOULD HE STILL SEE HIS BELOVED BABY SISTER?