• Paprika ordered me behind the rough curtains and pushed me turn them.
    "What if I don't want to talk to you?" I spouted back.
    Paprika replied sullenly,"You don't have any choice, it's Jill who needs you."
    Jill was my first friend I had when I got to Kyoto High School; if she was hurt or sad, I would be by her crying with her. If this would help Jill, I would do it, but I do not know if Paprika is lying or not. "Fine," I told Paprika, and walked slowly to the curtains. The cloth and the area around the curtains seemed to be made of pure shadow, so deep it could swallow the light.
    Behind the curtain, I saw a girl in a chair, I new it was a girl from her skirt.
    "Chiyori?" A now familiar voice sobbed from the chair.
    "Jill?" I asked back, on the verge of tears from her blood on the floor.
    Suddenly, a ceiling light flipped on, and I saw the broken form of Jill, tied to the chair I saw before.
    "Jill! What's happened?" I cried at her, the now salty tears flooding my eyes.
    "I do not wish to know," Paprika whispered from behind me,"she's lost an immeasurable amount of blood."
    "Can't you help her? She's on the verge of death and you just stand there!"
    "Chiyori, I'm so sorry, but I needed you to fix her."
    My eyes popped wide open, and now I knew why I had an attachment to Jill.


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