Beneath the tide, below the waves...

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It was the kind of blissful serenity that she craved every single moment of her life. Even if it was a bit of a hassle to dress nicely, while also trying to keep her most blatantly unusual parts hidden or disguised, it was worth it for this. If she could capture it in a bottle, she would.

Sayaka's voice rouses her, blinking awake with a yawn and a stretch- she must've been leaning on her roommate, loathing the stiffness in her neck. But it was worth it... ow.

"Mmh... huh? Oh- shoot, are we there already...? Damn."

The pleasant mood she experienced started to ebb slowly when Yukima took note of the other girl's expression. Clearly there was more on her mind than she was letting on, but... it must've been serious. Saya isn't the sort to hold back on information.

Regardless, she doesn't make a fuss as she leans forward for her- her hair must've gotten messed up from her impromptu nap.While they were doing this though, maybe she could breach the topic...

but now i need to find another to give the last one her time in the sun.

Why was she here again? It must've been true, what they say about killers. But it didn't feel ritualistic, like she was curious to see what happened, or that it really served her any purpose beyond guilt. Her steps echo in the silent halls of a decrepit building, a hand on her head to try and soothe the aching in her head- in vain.

Ever since that struggle, since she was cast away by that nightmarish individual, her memories and mind have been in disarray. The dangling chains of anchors afloat in a sea of thoughts are her only connection to the truth; moments and events in her life that resonate so strongly with her emotions, even in this state she can still grasp them just barely.

The body... she just wanted to see the body again. To see the crime she'd done, the evil she committed. She said it was just survival, she had to do it, it was her only chance... but how many times had she said that now? How many lives had she ruined, people had she hurt-

Merah stops. Not because she found what she was looking for, but because the distinct sound of shuffling reaches her ears. No hesitation, her knife is in hand, and the wild look of danger shines in her eyes. But... what if it was a person?

No, if it was someone, they were just going to hurt her. Everyone she'd ever run into was out to use her or harm her... but, that wasn't true, was it? Viorela, Vee, Ivy-

Even though her heart was racing, the fear of another horrible struggle screaming at her to hold her tongue, she couldn't. She had to have faith, that it would be okay this time.

"W... who's there...!? Don't make me come find you...! I'm armed- I'm armed and dangerous!!"

"Heh... c'mon, it's not that bad. No better class for napping in, yeah? Don't worry, I paid attention... kind of."

Side by side with her classmates, this was the closest thing to normal she got. Sure, she was weird, off-putting, not quite the typical college girl- but she was smart, and she knew what to say to make people happy. It's just par for the course, with-

"Yuki...? Hey girly, you good?"

She blinks, confused at the question- and only realizing that her leg was dragging, unresponsive at the moment. That's... not good. That's not good. Not good at all. Her heart skips a beat in fear knowing that this could only have been a sign of one of her 'episodes' coming along- she had to think quickly.

"Oh- uh- yeah, yeah it's cool- j-just trying to stretch it a little. Sorry for being we-"

Her mind stops. She vividly sees a woman in a suit, manipulating fire and electricity like some kind of superhuman. Something's wrong with her own face- no, her whole body. It felt wrong. She was missing parts of herself. Her face felt oddly empty, like someone had gone and peeled it off. Worst of all, there was a void where her arm should've been. What was happening to her? What was-

The woman in front of her jumps with some kind of weapon, and then-

Her eyes blink open, finally breathing after what felt like an eternity trapped under a bed of snow. It was cold, suffocating, horrid... it felt like she was buried by someone or something and couldn't be allowed out... where was she?

The telltale curtains around her bed and the familiar symbol of a red cross told her that someone brought her to the nurse's office. Whatever happened after her sudden mental overload, she definitely lost control of her body. The only hope remains that all she did was pass out, because if anything else had happened...