[ No matter what the lady magician told her, or how hard she thinks about this, Sayaka Maizono is convinced that this place is an afterlife of all sorts. This can't be a dream... dead people can't dream. If anything, she would suspect that the stab in her gut made her comatose, but it can't be true. She could see her vision blur and turn white, the last thing she saw was that... horrible murderer staring down at her with glee as life slowly slipped away from her body.
Everyone could spot something that doesn't mesh well with the scenery... more in detail, there's a girl standing immobile, gaze fixed on the ground so her eyes couldn't be seen. She's wearing one of those classic japanese schoolgirl uniforms, but the thing that doesn't mesh is the fact that its front is... soaked in blood. Soaked like the knife that she's holding in one hand.
Of course nobody around her would know the context of such appearance, but if you decide to approach her anyway, she won't attack you. Instead, she'll stare at you with the widest blue eyes imaginable, after which she tries to mutter a "hello" with a shaky, but soft voice. ]
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Everyone could spot something that doesn't mesh well with the scenery... more in detail, there's a girl standing immobile, gaze fixed on the ground so her eyes couldn't be seen. She's wearing one of those classic japanese schoolgirl uniforms, but the thing that doesn't mesh is the fact that its front is... soaked in blood. Soaked like the knife that she's holding in one hand.
Of course nobody around her would know the context of such appearance, but if you decide to approach her anyway, she won't attack you. Instead, she'll stare at you with the widest blue eyes imaginable, after which she tries to mutter a "hello" with a shaky, but soft voice. ]