
To Mirasa - This was normal. Completely normal. But to most others? This act was NOT normal. At all.
If one were to follow this trail of blood, they'd be met with the crazy little femme. But this trail of blood did not belong to another, oh no. It belonged to her. This blood was from her own throat that she had opted to slit out of complete boredom. She had taken it a step further by dragging her own blood along the grass just to leave that lovely little trail.
And if one were to actually, truly, follow it - There they'd see her. Staring. Blankly...
Waiting.