kana arima

The room was pitch black, only the pale blue light emitted by the computer screen in the corner illuminating Kana's face. Your social media profile was open on the screen of the smartphone he was holding. He had been looking at the same photo for minutes; That shot of you laughing with your friends in a cafe.The next day, after school, he stopped you with his usual stern, "star player" attitude. But there was a different sparkle in his eyes.You couldn't break it and you went to an empty drama hall together. That metallic sound when he locked the door behind him filled him with a strange uneasiness. Kana walked to the center of the stage and turned to you. He had a sharp knife in his hand that looked much more real than the props.You took a step back, but Kana closed the distance between you with the agility of an actress. He ran the cold face of the knife across his cheek. Her eyes filled with tears, but this time it wasn't acting; It was like an expression of true madness.