You're all alone.\n\nThe floor beneath you is damp and cold, streaked with vivid colours. With a sniffle, you touch the tear in your body and squeak, finding your black-blotted, lime green intestines to be frigid and sticky to the touch, leaking congealed glitter from jagged lacerations. It's all down your skirts, slimy and phosporescent, streaking your cross-patterned tights with ooze.\n\nBut nothing hurts.\n\nYou start to shiver in fear and pull your dyed fur shawl around your shoulders, though only tufts here and there tickle your face.\n\n[[WHAT'S WRONG?]]

It's pink.\n\nYou could be described as 'fluffy' sometimes, but that never bothered you. Beneath it all is a [[skin of steel|YOU GASP]].

[["... Hello?"|Hello?]]\n[[-stay quiet-|StayQuiet]]

... and slowly, your hands come into focus. The gloves you chose yesterday are there, right where they should be, but... they're covered in glitter, stuck to white fabric with blots of black.\n\nYou bring them to your nose to sniff and you gasp-- it's blood! You look down and your red and white dress is covered much the same, black reaching out from a vicious tear in the middle that leaks sharp yellow and hot pink.\n\nWhat's happened?\n\n[[YOUR EYES BEGIN TO WATER]]

Kiriko picked you up from hospital, but there was a scowl on her face.\n\n''"Were you winding him up? You know he can't stand it when you do that."''\n\n[["Ah..."|Ah]]

You're touching him, now, prim body pressed to his brutish one. His... ugh... his... //you know//... hits just below your collarbones, sparkles rubbing off on the lacy ruff at your neck. Your stomach lurches from its proximity to meat that is slowly succumbing to rot, covered with too much pungent cologne. Your fingers scuff against the ring, but can't quite hook it, but--\n\nRed is dripping from the strings, onto your once-white gloves.\n\nThe damp seems to pollute the cloth, already so badly marred, and you cry out in disgust.\n\n''Stop it...'' You whimper, desperately trying to grip the ring.\n\n[[UNTIL--]]

He looks like a slaughtered animal, ready to be pared down into joints of meat. Oddly, his ribs are intact and even more strangely, appear to be clean of viscera, hauntingly pale. Around the bones is a thin wire of some kind, hooked back and forth like a spider's web. In the middle is a [RING] on a chain, where the junction of his lung should be.\n\nYou need to get [[CLOSER]].

You step in to her...\n\n[["I still do now..."|StillDo]]

''"... Hello? Takemura?"''\n\n[["..."|...1]]

TWENTY

You traipse through the room, searching for an exit of some kind.\n\nIt was every time he drank, he'd get angry. Sometimes, he'd go and get cocaine, make you cut it into neat little lines for him.\n\nBut then, in the morning, there was a rose in a vodka bottle, with your name written on it in black marker.\n\n[[I'M SORRY|I'mSorry]]

You steel yourself and reach up, into the man's chest, but are unable to reach from where you're stood.\n\n[[CLOSER|CLOSER-2]]\n

With a second effort, you are finally up on your feet. You totter slightly, your footing slick with colours that blend together and mingle like paint. You step out of it and scrape your shoe across the floor to try and rid it of some of the splash, leaving bright streaks on the dark stone.\n\nFinally, you look around you.\n\nThe room is small, lit by only by a torch on the wall that burns bright yellow. As you watch, it phases to pink, then to green, blue and back to yellow. It casts a strangle light-- the stones that make up the room appear to be covered in oil, but are dry to your touch. There are chains lying around, heavy and rusting.\n\nTo the [[EAST|EAST-1]] is a sizeable grate.\n\nA smear of blood like red paint trails [[NORTH|NORTH-1]], disappearing under a door.\n\n[[WEST|WEST-1]] is a crawlspace.

A pretty heart-shaped compact.\n\nIt pops open with a snap and inside lies a mirror smudged with fingerprints and a well-used compressed powder, complete with sponge.\n\nIt's important to keep your face, especially in such [[trying times|YOU GASP]].

What a gruesome find.\n\nIt's the kind of blue that people wear circle lenses to emulate, vibrant and sharp as the sea in the tropics in travel magazines.\n\nThe blood and plasma is seeping through the tissue, already starting to stain the fine satin lining in the purse.\n\n[[Gross...|YOU GASP]]\n\n

''"You were just making it all up, weren't you?"''\n\n[["..."|...3]]\n[["Shut up!"|ShutUp2]]

The room is small, lit by only by a torch on the wall that burns bright yellow. As you watch, it phases to pink, then to green, blue and back to yellow. It casts a strangle light-- the stones that make up the room appear to be covered in oil, but are dry to your touch. There are chains lying around, heavy and rusting.\n\nTo the [[EAST|EAST-2]] is a sizeable grate.\n\nA smear of blood like red paint trails [[NORTH|NORTH-2]], disappearing under a door.\n\n[WEST] is a crawlspace. You don't want to go back.

... and reach your arms around her, tucking your head aside hers. Those vile arms close back around you...\n\n[["But that doesn't mean a thing to you, does it?|DoesntMeanAThing]]

Each snap, each crack, is loud, violent and satisfying. It's the sound of revenge, of needles pressing under her fingernails, of satisfaction, enough to leave you sweating as you stamp again, again, again, until the plastic is unrecognisable shards.\n\nYou heave for breath.\n\nYou never bitched at her before. Never had any issue. Even though she was controlling, gossipy, malicious... The way she talked about her boyfriend behind his back, abut her sister, your own friends-- you can only imagine she had nothing good to say about you at the end of the day.\n\nWhat... [[A BITCH|ABitch]].

A high-quality lipstick from your favourite brand.\n\nYou bought it a while ago, there's about half left. It's...\n\n//[[Pink]]?//\n//[[Red]]?//\n//[[Black]]?//

You push the door open, as it seems to have no handle. It creaks loudly as you open it, what you can only see as a bad omen.\n\nWaiting for you is a dark room, a faint sound of dripping audible.\n\nAs you step forwards, a light clicks on, illuminating a table in what you can assume is the middle, dead ahead of you.\n\nOn it sits your [PHONE], a blocky white smart device with straps hanging from it, decorated with cherries and small animals.\n\nIt begins to [RING].\n¦\n[[PICK IT UP?|PickItUp]]\n[[LET IT RING?|LetItRing?]]

... That's it. She's dead.\n\nIt seems too fast, too strange.\n\nHer body melts into black, bubbling tar and seeps away and as you look up, there's a light.\n\n[[WALK TOWARDS IT|WalkToLight]]

The door swings open easily and beneath your feet, there is a crunch.\n\nBroken glass covers this room, inhospitable and dangerous. You will yourself not to stumble when you notice that it juts from the wall in great, jagged, splintered teeth. Aqua and pink cover some of the tips, crusted and old. An open hostility radiates here, evident when you see how low the ceiling is. If you were a foot taller, your skull would be scraping along the edges.\n\nAs you look around, you realise how truly alone you are.\n\nThey told you that coming of age was an amazing thing. So far, it's only been painful. You don't feel sixteen, let alone twenty. Your gloved hand raises to your eye to wick away a weak tear as you study the room more closely.\n\nTo the [[NORTH|NORTH5]] is a crawl space. You shake at the idea of going through it.\n\n[SOUTH] is an archway, but there's something really strange across it. Among the glass, there is something... natural? A membrane of some kind, pink and fleshy. You are repulsed by it, stomach turning.

Your cheeks are burning, fresh tears stinging your eyes. You were never craving attention, only confiding in your friend...\n\nShe really didn't want to hear it. Did she?\n\nBiting your lip to stop from sobbing outright, you drop your phone back down onto the table, as if it were burning. Betrayal stings your chest. You grip the knife in your hand tighter, whiting your sore knuckles as anger wells up. Who was she to doubt you? She never really believed you, did she? Only there when times were good. Remembering her plastic smile makes you sick.\n\n\nA small pink plastic deer on your phone strap was a present from her a year ago. Just the sight of it turns your stomach-- it's too cute to be something from ''her''.\n\n[[GRAB IT|GrabIt]]

You drop the body and raise your foot, animosity coursing through your system. With a scream of anger, you [[STAMP|Stamp2]] on it.

You look around for an exit, but the room is black outside the circle that lights the table.\n\nThe sound is grinding, bringing your hands to your face, begging please, make it stop--\n\nNo... You have to [[PICK IT UP|PickItUp]].

You grip the head of the deer, its ears digging into the abused skin of your fingers. Its doe eyes gaze up at you as if mocking-- you couldn't really do it, could you? it taunts and you wrench the head around. With a loud SNAP, it comes apart.\n\nCheap shit.\n\nYou toss it down to the floor and turn the body over in your hands.\n\n[[SNAP THE LEGS|SnapTheLegs]]

''"We've been waiting for you for half an hour, where did you get to? This isn't funny, you know. If you're so starved for attention, then you can just go home yourself, okay?"''\n\n[["... Oh."|...Oh]]

The legs stick out straight. They break like matchsticks, even beneath your tired fingers. You sniff back tears as they clatter to the floor, useless.\n\n[[STAMP IT|StampIt]]

You can see the end of the crawlspace.\n\nThe tears are striping down your face freely, drawing paths of black.\n\nYou crawl out the end and roll onto your back to try and remove the worst of the glass-- it stabs into your skin, but doesn't pierce. Oddly, you're thankful, and get out as much as you can, then try to stand again from your side. You totter and wobble, but you're [[up|GlassRoom3]].

... her face and slam it home towards where her eyes should have been, but is now just smooth, disgusting, alien.\n\n[[BUT--|Face2]]

She grabs your wrist and wrenches it aside. Her grip is icy and tight and strong enough that the delicate bones of your wrist snap beneath her pressure.\n\n[[YOU SCREAM|YouScream]]

Your body feels strange.\n\nHardened.\n\nTougher.\n\nYour mind is keener.\n\nThere's just one thing your mind is telling you.\n\n[[IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY|BeOkay]]

Sniffling, you draw back your shoulders, grip your purse and ball your remaining hand into a fist, then step over the boundary.\n\nA loud, jarring ''SHUNK'' makes you jump as suddenly, a giant eye is illuminated at the end of a long corridor. The red blood smear travels down the hallway and up, into the eye-- it appears to have been crying this stain.\n\nHow strange.\n\nAs you approach, your gut throbs and without thinking, you reach up to hold your wound. It aches as you walk, but you steel your jaw and continue.\n\nAt the end of the hallway, the eye is evidently oozing the mysterious redness. It is audibly expelling the thick fluid, you notice when you stand a few metres away and watch it lazily trickle its way down the hall; it sounds like mud being forced through a crack. You don't care for it.\n\nThe pupil is drifting loftily away, toward a ceiling that you cannot spot. It twitches this way and that for a moment, but can't seem to bring itself to look at you. It feels pretty awful.\n\nThere's a door to the [[EAST|GLASS ROOM]], a simple wooden structure.

... you smile, a dramatic shift of mood in your face. There's the acting coming out, something to fool her. She was always shallow. Petty. When she heard what she wanted, she was like putty in your hands.\n\nYou dust down your skirt and tilt your head, a cute gesture.\n\nKiriko pauses.\n\n''"... Really?"''\n\n[["Oh, of course! You were always better than me..."|BetterThanMe]]

You choose to follow the red smear north and pull the heavy ring handle that lies on the door. It takes your weight thrown back against the door to open it and your feet slip as you struggle to hold your footing against the smooth floor. Eventually, it relents and you stumble through into another black-stone room.\n\nThe red smear continues through the room, towards another door in the [NORTH]-- this one is metal, but has many small square holes where plastic eyes hang from small chains. They appear to be only three colours-- argent, primrose and vermillion-- mixed all over the door. In the middle, however, there hang three large eyes, with the iris and pupil facing you.\n\nBeneath them is a small, circular indent.\n\nYou have no eye-dea what to do with them.\n\nSigh.\n\n[[TURN BACK|FIRST SCREEN]]

The ring fits into the indent perfectly, as if the item were made for it.\n\nFor a moment, there is silence.\n\nThen the rattling begins.\n\nThe eyes rattle on their chains as they twist back and forth, chittering.\n\nAll of them focus in on you.\n\nEvery single one seems to be scrutinising the aqua that covers your front, where you were forced against the corpse on a hook. They're chattering about you. You look down, reddening again, unable to look up from under your diamante-studded fake eyelashes. Your tights are splattered in aqua, too. Shoes covered. Shame rolls from you as they begin to laugh.\n\nYou wish they would stop.\n\nWhen they do, it's sudden and strange.\n\nThe three large eyes are looking at you now-- you dare to glance their way and they murmur in a tone lower than you thought existed.\n\nThe metal judders apart, drawing the chains back into the door. When the eyes hit the metal, they crack open and ooze glittery red.\n\nFor a long, grinding moment as the doors draw open, the room on the other side is dark, entirely shrouded in blackness. They stop with a resounding THUNK, which seems to beckon you in, to the [[NORTH|NORTH-4]].

You choose to follow the red smear north and pull the heavy ring handle that lies on the door. It takes your weight thrown back against the door to open it and your feet slip as you struggle to hold your footing against the smooth floor. Eventually, it relents and you stumble through into another black-stone room.\n\nThe red smear continues through the room, towards another door in the North-- this one is metal, but has many small square holes where plastic eyes hang from small chains. They appear to be only three colours-- argent, primrose and vermillion-- mixed all over the door. In the middle, however, there hang three large eyes, with the iris and pupil facing you.\n\nBeneath them is a small, circular indent.\n\n[[USE THREADED RING|NORTH-3]]\n

You pull and the body swings, taking you with it. You desperately try to keep balance and grip the closest thing your other hand can find-- his cold, clammy hand. Tears bead at the corners of your eyes. God, you feel sick to the stomach, and tug again and again and again...\n\nThe thread snaps and the thin chain goes with it, falling into the trunk of the body and granting you your prize. Free of the strings, you fall backwards as your feet slip and hit the floor hard, skirt billowing with its many petticoats.\n\nYou're shaking as you pick yourself up again. Tears well truly and fall down your cheeks without restraint, but you bite your tongue and screw up your eyes, willing them away. You don't allow yourself a sob. Instead, you find your purse and wind the red threads around the ring-- it's now a [THREADED RING] that you put inside an inner pocket.\nIt's time to go.\n\n[[EAST|FIRSTSCREEN-1]]

The knife empowers you.\n\n[[CONFRONT HER|ConfrontHer]]

But he won't.\n\nHe hates the police.\n\nWhen you called them, he only got [[WORSE|Worse]].

''"What's wrong with you?"''\n\n[["Wh-?"|WhoIsThis]]\n[["Who is this?"|WhoIsThis]]

It's black. \n\nThere's no messing around with you. You always like to make a statement, [[right|YOU GASP]]?

What a dumb gift.\n\nYou never really liked it anyway.\n\n[[TWIST THE HEAD|TwistTheHead]]

But here you are. Wiping the tears from your cheek, an oozing knife in your hand, clothes covered in your own blood.\n\nYour stomach hurts. You try and push the hanging intestine back into your body with the dull edge, as if it will help somehow.\n\nA door finally appears, to the [[SOUTH|South2]].

[[PLUNGE THE KNIFE IN|KnifeHer]]

The smell is that of aftershave and shit-- your nose wrinkles in disgust as you are forced to stand in the aqua bile and peer up into the empty cavity of his chest. Inside, the wires look fine enough to break if you were to pull hard enough. In fact, upon closer scruitiny, it appears to be thread. Red thread. It reaches back and forth in there, tangled in knots in places, ultimately weighed down by the ring.\n\nYou could reach it if you want to.\n\nDo you, though? Really?\n[[NO]]\n[[NO]]

You find Kiriko's knife in your purse and grip it with a newfound confidence.\n\nAiming for above your head, you carefully slide the blade through the skin and begin to pull it down, slowly. You whimper as you do so-- your body stings, from collar to navel and lower. The slit yawns open, inviting, and you step through, shuddering.\n\nThe room on the other side is lit in red, covered in broken bottles. You nudge them aside with your foot and wrap your arms around yourself, distressed.\n\nHe was never [[VERY GOOD|VeryGood]], was he?

Your hand hits a syringe, which crunches under your weight. You brush away the needle and hope you don't kneel on it.\n\nYou can drink now, can't you?\n\nThat's [[NICE|Nice]].

There's only one word for your purse.\n\n''Ostentatious.''\n\nYou always liked glittery, spangly things and it's covered in plastic diamantes. The pull on the zipper is encrusted with phone charms and cute keyrings, overcrowding it carelessy.\n\nIt's always upsetting when one [[gets lost|YOU GASP]].

... as your blood runs red.\n\nHer mouth opens further and further and closes in around your head, jaw stretching unnaturally far.\n\nNeedle teeth sink into your flesh\n\nand with a\n[[CRUNCH--|Crunch]]

Alexander Young

...\n......\n..............\n.......................\n\n[[....|....]]

You said it, too.\n\nSorry for being such an inconvenience when you woke him with your cough.\n\nSorry for sitting like that.\n\nSorry your skirt was above the knee.\n\nSorry those heels made you look like a whore.\n\nSorry for seeing Takada.\n\nSorry, because he ''really'' hated that guy.\n\nBut how could you be [[SORRY|Sorry]]?

You have it! Hooked precariously by your index finger, you're practically about to go over.\n\n[[PULL]]

"''Please, don't make me go through there.''"\n\n...\n\n.........\n\n..................\n.......\n...\n"''I'll do anything you want.''"\n\n[[NORTH|NORTH6]]

//こんにちは こんな記念日心から ありがとうって言えるね\nいつもははずかしいけど 一生に一度大切な日\nチョコレイトのにかいとこ オトナなの？ コトモなの ?\nいつまでも夢見たいから このリズムに乗せて//\n\n//Hello, with all my heart, I am pleased to say thank you in this great memorial day//\n//It's usually embarrassing, but today is the important day, it's the chance of a lifetime\nIs the bitter of chocolate an adult or a child ?\nI want to// [[dream forever|HereWeGo]] , //on these rhythms//

''N...''\n\n[[NORTH|NORTH8]]

''Please...''\n\n[[NORTH|NORTH7]]

Your sliced gloves are near useless now, so you peel them off. Your nails are long, fake and were covered in small plastic hearts and doughnuts, but many have come unstuck and click as they hit the floor. You look down at your palms and try to take out some of the worst.\n\nIt's excruciating.\n\nSome is simply unattainable without tweezers. You move on to your legs and sob, a neon mess awaiting your nails. Large fragments slice their way out, but one shatters, re-embedding solid pain.\n\n[[LOOK AROUND|GlassRoom1]]

The fleshy membrane quivers as you move closer, seeming to jump at each crunch of the glass under your heel.\n\n[[KIRIKO'S KNIFE|KnifeMembrane]] could pierce it with ease.

There isn't any other way, is there? You replace your gloves, shredded palms on the back of your hand. It's back down on your cut knees, head bowed in agonising reverence to whatver cruel god constructed this world around you as you enter the crawlspace for the second round on your body.\n\nIt's worse returning.\n\nWounds are cut deeper, drawing fresh lines of electric blue into the already-smeared glass. It's a bad time to be claustrophobic. It's a bad time to remember.\n\nEach blow painted you alizarin, which turned fuchsia as the days went past.\n\nYou apologised when he [[CRIED|Cried]].

It wasn't yours.\n\nYou called the police and they took him away.\n\nThey proved he did it.\n\nBut where did that leave [[you|WhereDidItLeaveYou]]?

You [[LEARNED|learned]] how.

and Kiriko ''laughs''.\n\nShe leans in, closer and closer, until her warped face is close enough to yours that you can smell the blood and rotting meat of her mouth, until it drips down onto your ruff--\n\n"''Pathetic''."\n\n[[N-NO...|N-No...]]

You have no choice but to go through the crawl space.\n\nSlowly, you squat down and try to brush glass aside with a gloved hand, but there only seems to be layer upon layer of it, compacted cruelly into a solid floor. You whimper as you lean forwards at the mouth of the crawlspace and try not to press your hands down too hard. You can feel every edge beneath you as your weight is shifted onto the thin cloth gloves and a shard presses painfully into soft skin, then followed by your knees. It takes all of your will and biting your tongue not to scream as you try to move forwards-- this passage is far, far tighter than the last one and moving consists mostly of drawing your knee over biting glass, shredding your tights and skin underneath so cruelly, leaving behind streaks of colour that you are unable to admire, but you ''feel'' it, sticky slickness oozing into the fabric.\n\nThe tunnel is longer, too, or at least feels as such. There are tears running down your face as glass splinters in your wounds and leaves behind painful reminders of every long, agonising second.\n\nWhen you reach the end, it is as if years have passed and you slump down onto the finally-smooth floor, panting for breath as you try not to howl.\n\n[[PICK GLASS|PICKGLASS]]

You won't be like him when you drink.\n\nHe punched a hole in the wall and a crack in your ribs, but everybody looked the [[OTHER WAY|OtherWay]].

She consumes you.\n\n[[TRY AGAIN|TackyDoor]]

''"Uh, Kiriko, duh? Where are you, Takemura? Who did you go off with?"''\n\n[["What are you talking about?"|WhatAreYouTalkingAbout]]\n[["I..."|WhatAreYouTalkingAbout]]

No. No, you don't. You want to be very very very far away from this man. Right now.\n\n[[NO...]]

The dazzling light clears and you can see her. '''Kiriko'''.\n\nYou don't remember her being this ugly. Her once-pretty face is contorted, as if someone smeared her features until they were shadows, then split her at the jaw-- it hangs open in a grotesque grin, row after row of needle-like teeth planted into red, raw, bleeding gums. The violence of the colour takes you back, red suddenly stunning, bizarre, digusting. Her hair hangs in thin, knotted strings, jet-black and greasy, framing her monstrous face.\n\nHer school uniform, the one you both wore back in the days, hangs from her body awkwardly, as if hanging from a rail. The bones of her body are prominent, showing through the cloth in a vile manner. Her legs are emaciated, little more than bone and muscle, protruding from the pleated blue skirt like gnarled twigs and she totters awkwardly on too-high heels strapped to her bony feet. Each step is loping, unnatual-- you can hear her bones grinding, fluid popping as she moves.\n\nShe's... She's going to '''kill''' you.\n\nWhat can you do?\n\nYou're too angry to think. All you want is to charge at her, plunge the knife into her face and scream, deal the pain straight back to her. [[CHARGE|Charge2]].\n\nOr...\n\nNo, you can't be reckless, not know. You choke back your fear and wait, let her approach. She'll come to you. [[HOLD BACK|HoldBack]].

No... You have to. You can't run away forever.\n\n[[I WON'T RUN]]

His arms are thick with muscle, skin pulled insanely taut over prominent veins. They look like they would be safe to hide in. As your eyes trail down to his hands, you gasp.\n\nThey're covered in glitter, stuck to a swirl of colours.\n\nWhat?\n\nLooking down at yourself, you see that the colours match. Apart from...\n\nA smattering of red on his index and middle fingers.\n\nYou feel sick.\n\n[[CAVITY]]

She hangs up on you.\n\n[[What was that about?|WhatWasThatAbout]]

Using one hand on the floor to steady yourself, you try to get to your feet. Your knees are throbbing painfully and your ankles feel weak. The crimson shoes you were given for your birthday were pristine and so cute earlier, but they're covered in black now, and some of the pointy silver studs have snapped off-- thankfully, they're a wedge heel, so there's no worry of them breaking. The white ankle socks, edged in pink lace, are mostly black where glitter hasn't caked on. You daren't rub at them, lest your gloves are ruined further.\n\nYou can't help but squint and try to will away tears. The person that bought you those shoes was very special to you. Where did he go?\n\n[[LET'S TRY AGAIN.|FIRST SCREEN]]

"''GOOD! Let me see it! Make me fucking pay!"''\n\n[[GRIP THE KNIFE||GripTheKnife]]

You feel too weak to stand, so you reach up and carefully grab the knife between your fingers, facing the blade away from your tortured palm.\n\n[[PULL|PullKnife]]

You compose yourself and look back down to the knife on the shiny, seemingly oil-slicked floor.\n\nYour 'good' hand reached out and picks it up, taking a moment to study it.\n\nIt's the knife that your cake was cut with.\n\nTaneda held your hand when you sunk it through the white-iced red velvet cake, which your best friend made especially for you. She'd smiled at you, proud, hands on her hips, sharing in your joy-- Kiriko was always the type to look out for you, all the way through middle school and high school and even now. Your jobs never kept you apart.\n\nThat she took time off for your party was telling of your friendship.\n\nWeakly, you smile, and open your purse. [KIRIKO'S KNIFE] is tucked away.\n\nIt's time to [[move on|GlassRoom2]].

You were a mess, but they sorted you out.\n\nYou were one of the lucky ones.\n\nYou survived.

There was a [[body|BodyFound]] found in an alleyway a few months ago.

She hangs up on you.\n\n[[What was that about?|WhatWasThatAbout]]

''"Always needed me to speak for you, huh? Geez, how pathetic can you get?"''\n\n[[GRIP THE KNIFE|GripTheKnife2]]

''"I'm sick of this. You'd better stop fucking me around or I'm going to be seriously pissed. I'm sick of your attention whoring.\n\n"There.\n\n"I said it.\n"If you don't meet us in five minutes, then we're going home without you.\n\n"So...\n\n"Buck your fucking act up. Got it?"''\n\n[["..."|...2]]

''"... I was, wasn't I?"'' Kiriko muses, and you step in towards her. You brush your free hand over her claws and she stops again.\n\n[["I couldn't hurt you... I always loved you, you know."|AlwaysLovedYou]]

''"What's that~? Are you scared, Takemura~?"''Kiriko drawls, as she staggers forwards, claw-like fingers cloying at the air in front of you.\n\nShe would do that when she wanted to hug you, back in school-- every time, you would laugh, reack your arms out and gesture her inwards, to you. You were inseperable. The best of friends. Nobody expected this friction between you. Was it because... ''she'' had liked him? Was she jealous?\n\nSo. Alright.\n\nIndulge her.\n\n[["How could I be scared of you?"|HowScared]]

That's it. You've waited too long. With Kiriko's knife in your hand, you tense and lunge forwards, a snarl on your face.\n\n"''I've had enough of you!''" You scream.\n\n[[RAISE THE KNIFE|RaisetheKnife]]

... It won't come loose.\nYou panic. Shit. Shit, you need a better grip. Your eyes squeeze closed as you have no other option than to grip it more firmly, wrapping fingers around the blade. As you pull, it slices your hand, but seems to give-- with a gasp, you yank it, carving a red slash down your fingers and the thread snaps, relenting, and surrenders your prize to you. It clatters to the floor as you whip your hand back to your chest and you survey the wound; your blood is green, stinging and vile.\n\nBundling it up in your skirt, you squeeze to sop up the blood and take a moment to regain your breath. Banging in your head, a terrible ache wells up and you can't help but [[SNIFFLE|Sniffle]].

You can't linger any longer.\n\nAnger seems to have taken you over so much that it has manifested as an eerie calm. Your fingers wrap around the pink knife as you abandon your phone on the table. Each of your curt steps clicks against the floor as you storm into the darkness, undeterred.\n\nA light clicks on in front of you.\n\nA [[TACKY WHITE DOOR|TackyDoor]] awaits.

''"How about'' '''YOU''' ''stop lying, huh? You were too scared to tell him to go, so you got the police involved. Do you think you're clever? Big?"''\n\n[["I hate you!"|IHateYou!]]

She turns your hand and thrusts the blade into your throat.\n\n[[YOU CHOKE|YouChoke]]

There is an eye nestled in the fur, snapped tendon hanging from it like a grotesque tail.\n\nCarefully, you pick it out with your white-tipped fingers and look it over. The iris is blue and very pretty, you note, whites red with blood. It looks like something out of a horror movie, but you reach down to your waist and find your clip-lock, diamante-encrusted, blood-splattered [[PURSE]]. You fish out a pink tissue, printed with hearts, and fold it around the [[EYE]]. It tucks next to your pearly pink [[LIPSTICK]] and a [[COMPACT]], in the shape of a heart.\n\n[[ALRIGHT. YOU CAN DO THIS.]]

As the soft fur comes away from your narrow shoulders, it leaves lines of black and red on your dress.\n\n[[YOU GASP]]

You eyes are bleary as you open them.\n\n[[YOU BLINK]]

... and you throw yourself at your former friend.\n\nYou bear the knife down at--\n\n[[HER FACE|Face1]]

''"Ugh! What a nasty temper you have! Why didn't you show me any of that sooner, huh? We could have gone places!"''\n\n[["Stop lying!"|StopLying]]

You leave it to ring, hands balling into fists at your chest. The tune is too upbeat for its surroundings, mock-chiptune that sounds like last Summer, drinks on the grass outside the church. It's piercing, making you wince.\n\n[[WAIT IT OUT?|WaitItOut?]]\n[[PICK IT UP?|PickItUp]]

Carefully, you look up at his head. It's cracked back at a right-angle and it's easy to see why. His face has been smashed in to an aqua pulp against the bizarre lavendar of his skin. His hair was cut short, black and matte, still somehow holding its style. Surely he must have been handsome, you ponder, and your heart aches a moment for him.\n\n[[ARMS]]

The grate, more of a portcullis, is splattered with perfect squares of white, in varying sizes. There isn't a space big enough for you to fit through. As you look through, an odd light catches rivulets of a viscous liquid dripping from the ceiling. The puddle growing in the middle is edging its way towards your shoes.\n\n[[TURN BACK|FIRSTSCREEN-1]]

The grate, more of a portcullis, is splattered with perfect squares of white, in varying sizes. There isn't a space big enough for you to fit through. As you look through, an odd light catches rivulets of a viscous liquid dripping from the ceiling. The puddle growing in the middle is edging its way towards your shoes.\n\n[[TURN BACK|FIRST SCREEN]]

Getting back down to your knees, you squeeze into the crawlspace. It's dark and smells foul, of flowery perfume and vomit, but you push on through it. At the end is a deep blacklight casting purple over the top of inky stone-- as you draw closer and closer, you see a bright aqua, illuminated puddle with a steady dripping going down into it.\n\nIt isn't until your shoulders are out that you are able to find its source.\n\nA large, pale purple, muscular man hangs from a meat hook through his throat. A gash from collarbone to navel, stitched open, shows that he has been utterly gutted, ribs empty in his chest save something shining-- the dripping is from what is left of his intestine, hanging languidly from his body. You follow its line down with your eyes but quickly avert them from his hip, a blush raising on your cheeks, and screw your eyes shut as you crawl the rest of the way out. \nYou are horribly aware that he is naked. Biting your lip, you dare to look up again and quickly flick past his hips.\n\nYou should look at his [[HEAD]], ARMS and CAVITY. Nothing else, okay? That's not proper. Start from the top...

Dropping the knife to the table, you grab the figure from your phone and twist it, snapping the plastic loop that the metal ring was encased in. You hold it up with battered fingers.\n\n[[SNEER|Sneer]]

It's red. Passionate, bold and eye-catching, just [[like you|YOU GASP]].

The room is small, little more than a concealed box. As you look up, you spot something glinting in the dim light from an undistinguishable source. As you lean up on your elbows, you see a pink-handled, purple-bladed [KNIFE], suspended by red thread from a ceiling concealed by darkness.\n\n[[REACH|ReachForKnife]]

Broken glass covers this room, inhospitable and dangerous. You will yourself not to stumble when you notice that it juts from the wall in great, jagged, splintered teeth. Aqua and pink cover some of the tips, crusted and old. An open hostility radiates here, evident when you see how low the ceiling is. If you were a foot taller, your skull would be scraping along the edges.\n\nAs you look around, you are ony reminded of terrible things.\n\nTo the [NORTH] is a crawl space. You're never going back again.\n\n[[SOUTH|Membrane]] is an archway, but there's something really strange across it. Among the glass, there is something... natural? A membrane of some kind, pink and fleshy. You are repulsed by it, stomach turning.

The room is small, little more than a concealed box. A red thread hangs from a ceiling that you can't see, consumed by darkness several metres up. The only exit is to the [[SOUTH|GlassPassage]], through the glass-riddled crawlspace.

''"I... I guess I was. That was dumb of me, huh?"''\n\nYou forced her a smile, but she just [[SHOOK HER HEAD|Headshake]].

What a horrible door. Whoever designed it had very little taste-- some people would call it 'shabby chic' or something, but it's mostly just vile. You wrench the handle and shoulder-barge through it, frustrated and angry, wanting nothing more than to go home and recover. Everything you've seen and done in this short space of time is weighty, difficult, pinning down your shoulders until they threaten to break.\n\nWith a reassuring squeeze of the knife in your hand, you look up--\n\n[[IT'S SO BRIGHT--|SoBright]]

The knife sinks easily into Kiriko's back, her skin like rice paper, organs nearly non-existing. You rip it across, with all the strength in your arm-- her spine is caught by the blade and you rip it out again to stab her, over and over and over as she screeches next to your ear.\n\nYou throw her off and watch her try to thrash, convulsing viciously on the floor as red seeps out from her back.\n\n[[PANT FOR BREATH|Pant]]

The dazzling light clears and you can see her. ''Kiriko''.\n\nYou don't remember her being this ugly. Her once-pretty face is contorted, as if someone smeared her features until they were shadows, then split her at the jaw-- it hangs open in a grotesque grin, row after row of needle-like teeth planted into red, raw, bleeding gums. The violence of the colour takes you back, red suddenly stunning, bizarre, digusting. Her hair hangs in thin, knotted strings, jet-black and greasy, framing her monstrous face.\n\nHer school uniform, the one you both wore back in the days, hangs from her body awkwardly, as if hanging from a rail. The bones of her body are prominent, showing through the cloth in a vile manner. Her legs are emaciated, little more than bone and muscle, protruding from the pleated blue skirt like gnarled twigs and she totters awkwardly on too-high heels strapped to her bony feet. Each step is loping, unnatual-- you can hear her bones grinding, fluid popping as she moves.\n\nShe's... She's going to ''kill'' you.\n\nWhat can you do?\n\nYou're too angry to think. All you want is to charge at her, plunge the knife into her face and scream, deal the pain straight back to her. [[CHARGE|Charge2]].