(Y/n) couldn't stop herself anymore. Being trapped in that room just to force herself to stay awake brought another element of danger. She was hardly rational, on the verge of insanity. Seven days she had stayed awake, tormented in the milliseconds her body shut down, only to be jolted back by nightmares. Walking in circles could only keep her focused for so long. She couldn't stand being trapped anymore, her frustration reaching a point where she had forgotten the entire reason she locked herself in - to protect other people.

She must have been standing in front of that door for an hour, blankly letting her gaze blur on the wood grain as she dragged her nails across it. The eyes still lingered around, whispering her name. At many points, she had tried to out-stare them in hopes that they would vanish, but they always won, cackling when her eyes started bleeding. She didn't remember what it felt like for her own eyes to be normal. They just kept twitching, constantly reminding her she would have to do one of two things no matter what: either sleep or die - whichever came first.

Her hand moved slowly to the handle, eyes glued on it as if opening it would give her some trace of relief. Though, as she pushed it open, more illusions crept up on her. Standing still yet again, she took in a labored breath before putting one foot in front of the other. A wall of creatures stood around her in every direction, tilting from side to side as if they were observing her. With every step she took, they moved the equal distance back, all except one.

No matter how many steps the girl took, that one stood still. On the contrary, she could have sworn it started walking towards her. It started speaking some language she didn't know, its shadowy mass vibrating, almost glitching. She ignored it. After all, deprived of the wind for far too long, for some reason, her fear of it oddly faded away, replaced with a heavy dependency of nostalgia. She couldn't even remember why she feared it in the first place. So, she walked forward. And forward. And then she hit something.

The lone illusion she made contact with failed to phase through her, having fallen to the ground. If only because of that did she pause, eyes trailing down to the shivering thing. Her mouth dropped open a bit as it picked itself up, staring right at her. Again, it spoke, and, again, she could not decipher it. But she could touch it. She knew that because she reached out to poke its head, pressing her lips together in a fine line as she realized it was harmless. Then she tried to strangle it to death.

The creature let out a scream of some kind, albeit one gluttoral in origin. It had fallen to the floor again in - presumably - surprise before shuffling away from her to stand with the others. (Y/n) let out a hum, staring at her hands, covered in some kind of black muck. After a moment of curiosity, she walked forward again. There was a wall there, right? Taking the filthy hands, she smeared the tarry substance onto the surface, continuing on her way by following the air. It knew where everything was. It always did. It knew where she was, too. Always.

Isao stumbled back from the girl, hands on his neck in terror. She had tried to kill him just then, right? Even though it was probably evident from the way she was stumbling and muttering to herself in a strange language, she wasn't in her right mind, unable to recognize him. He didn't know what was happening to her, staying out of her way as he trailed behind her nervously.

He had no choice but to observe her from afar, firstly noticing the rampant shaking. No, it was probably more accurate to say that she was twitching, her body spasming randomly. She clearly lacked most control of her body, not even able to walk properly. At countless points in her path, she tripped over seemingly nothing, unable to recover from it either. As if she were drunk, her motor skills were severely delayed, the girl's head thrown violently to the floor. And though the ravenette had jolted to help her, he heard Kohaku shout at him to do otherwise.

"She's possessed or something!" the brunette stuttered, stumbling over his own feet to make sure the younger male didn't get closer, "Jeez, Isao!"

"Her head - "

"Look at her. She's out of her mind already. One tumble to the ground can't be worse than what she's already doing to herself. She doesn't even register us."

Isao bit down on his lip, watching nervously as she picked herself up again. It took her a while to figure out how her own limbs worked, but, once she got back up on her feet, it was like nothing had happened at all. She just kept trudging to the garden, struggling to open the door. The girl tugged and tugged on it, mindlessly trying the same thing to no avail. Both males watched the futile endeavor, Kohaku rolling his eyes when Isao quickly pushed open the sliding door before yanking him back away from her. She might not have tried to kill him that time, but she sure did stare in his direction like she would have done it if he loitered around a bit longer.

"Are you seriously still deciding to follow after her?" Kohaku scolded the butler, storming after him.

"I can't...let her get hurt, and Takuya...is busy."

"I'm just saying," A pause. "You've heard the way she's been screaming. And the scratching? I mean, she's not sleeping, she's not eating, and she's not even talking in cohesive sentences. Is she even using real words? Have you heard her speak Athainian? Like, for real?"

"I don't...I don't know what she's saying. But, if I leave her on her own, I feel like something really bad will happen. I'll keep a safe distance."

Despite the well-intentioned warnings of the chef, the ravenette continued walking after the girl, leaving the older male with no choice but to follow both idiots. (Y/n) didn't do much, really. At least, not in the sense that she moved. Once outside, she didn't really know what to do, mindlessly roaming around like a vagabond. Sometimes, she would pause to feel a breeze blowing past, only to crouch down to the ground and repeat some inaudible word over and over again. After, it was only a matter of time before she got back up and did it all again.

She didn't so much look at the flowers as she did interact with them. A swift hand was all it would take before she grabbed tightly onto its stem. For most of them, she stopped there, removing her hand to walk along and find another one. There was only a tiny flicker of recognition that what she was holding was actually a plant.

It was only when she saw the roses did she refuse to let go, a weird but dulled emotion washing over her. Instead of releasing, she gripped tighter onto the stem, yanking up as hard as she could. Isao yelled in surprise as she grated her hand on the thorns, unsuccessful in her attempt to grab a flower. She paused before trying again, once again shredding her skin to hold the flower. Still, it wasn't necessarily the rose she was fascinated by. She was staring at the thorns, even peeling the petals off of the bud to see them more clearly. (Y/n) didn't let go of the thorny stem, turning around to walk somewhere else. It wasn't clear why.

She continued to do countless other strange things like staring up into the trees or whispering something to a white bird she saw nibbling away at the grape vines. Isao was concerned she would hurt the thing. Her eyes certainly gave away that impression, along with the way she reached out to grab ahold of it. However, the bird began to fly away with ease, leaving her to watch.

For some reason, she was crying at the sight. It was an apathetic cry - one where her tears were the only indication of her overflowing emotions. All the while, her face didn't give away anything about her feelings. She looked like she had been wiped blank of any thoughts at that moment. Just staring at the bird flying up to the sun, she stood in silence, gripping harder onto the thorny stem.

Only when she noticed a white feather the bird left behind did she move again. She crouched down gently to look at it, hesitantly reaching out to touch it. The moment she made contact with the thing did her expression finally twist to match her tears. Her bloodsoaked hand stained the feather, turning it from white to red, and though she immediately pulled her hand back, the color spread through the feather uncontrollably. She began to bawl, screaming in frustration while sadness became her.

Isao flinched. He had never seen (Y/n) cry like that. She didn't cry to begin with, but the sight of her breaking down over something as small as a feather rang a few alarms in his head. He had so many questions. What did she say to the bird? Why did she fail to recognize anything but the bird? For what reason was she crying over a feather? He couldn't stop thinking about what he was watching, giving a small gasp of surprise when Kohaku nudged him and pointed. They both stood silently as the bird came back, leading to more questions.

The small thing was no bigger than a fist, probably a baby of sorts - one that had just learned to fly. And while it had clearly flown away when it recognized the younger girl as a threat, it came back closer than ever. It started jumping towards her, chirping playfully as it tippy-tappied its feet. No, it was more like it was singing a little song, serenading the girl into halting her tears. In fact, she even smiled, reaching out her hand for the little thing. It chose to balance on her finger, continuing its little tune.

"Why did it...?" Kohaku mumbled, "And why is it...? That is a wild animal, right?"

(Y/n), despite not having much control over her body, gently stroked the top of the bird's head. It was so tiny that, with just one of her fingers, each little nuzzle made its whole head wobble. Even so, the creature continued to sing, supposedly thrilled by her affection. She listened to it patiently, taking in every little note and even starting to join its little song, delighting the ball of fluff. The two of them seemed to click, making up a tune together and singing in sync. It seemed impossible.

After the bird finished its song, it began to waddle again on the girl's finger, receiving the nuzzles she gave it with chirps of cheer. She looked like she cherished it, picking out some dirt from its feathers and keeping it warm. It wholeheartedly trusted her, and, in return, she began to speak to it in an unfamiliar language (one different than the language she was speaking before), her tone soft and comforting. That was why Isao and Kohaku were stunned to watch her snap the thing's neck in two the moment a butterfly flew by.

The ravenette fell straight to the floor and keeled over at the sound of the crack alone, gagging as he saw blood gushing from its neck. Kohaku felt the same level of disgust, patting the ravenette on the shoulder for support. Even so, unlike Isao, he watched the girl turn her attention to the butterfly. She gave a desperate look as she reached her hand out for it to take, but, of course, the thing only tried to escape. The brunette flinched when she stopped it by grabbing it by one of the wings.

It was hard to make out from where he was but he could see the thing flailing in pain, the fragile wing crumbling in the girl's hands. It must have been ripped from the wing, its body sent pummeling to the ground. Even so, it struggled to live, trying to balance itself on its feet. The poor thing tried to flap its wing in panic as (Y/n) reached for it again. It was unable to escape. She moved it next to the bird but must have been displeased by it trying to walk away since she took one glance at the thorny stem before plunging it through the butterfly's abdomen. It stopped moving after a spastic flitter of pure horror.

Now she had two corpses. Just when Isao and Kohaku questioned what she would do next, she began to pluck the legs off of both animals, throwing them off to the side to focus on their wings. Neither male could watch what she did next, one of them throwing up while the other merely squeezed his eyes shut. But when they opened their eyes again, it became clear what she was doing. She was making art of their bodies.

They didn't stop her. How could they? They would be her next art project. No, they just waited for her to finish, following her back to the house at a distance. Kohaku bravely took a glance at what she managed to "create", choking back vomit. Horrified, he ran back to Isao, both of them watching as she returned to her apathetic self.

She stood in the dining room for an uncomfortable amount of time, completely still as if she was waiting for something. The other servants stayed clear, keeping a large radius away from her. After all, she couldn't register anything outside of the radius. At least, that was what they thought until her gaze became fixated on one of the servants. She didn't move towards him but she didn't stop staring either.

Isao thought it would have been a good idea for the servant to leave early. He really did. Hesitantly, the servant backed up as slowly as he could, eyes anywhere but near her. But for every step he took away, she took a step towards him. And when the servant dropped his tray, he made a fatal decision, turning his back on her to sprint out of the house. He didn't make it ten feet before she tackled him to the ground and began stabbing him to death with one of the butter knives he had dropped.

"F-Fuck, stop her!" Kohaku snapped, rushing in to try and restrain the girl, "Isao! Help me - Shit! Isao!"

(Y/n) didn't seem to care about the brunette trying to hold her arms back. In fact, he might as well have been another shadow to her. He wasn't strong enough to stop her anyway, even as weak as she was in that state, so she kept stabbing and stabbing and stabbing. And though a man was dying in front of him, Isao never did move, paralyzed at the sight and shaking like a lamb.

Screams started echoing throughout the manor, servants running to the other side of the room to get as far away from the girl as possible. She kept yelling at the corpse she created, blaming it for killing someone else. Of course, it was nonsense to everyone else. They knew she had gone insane. What she was saying mattered very little in the face of that fact. Even Kohaku had to back away from her, the brunette's legs giving out from under him.

"You were his father!" (Y/n) screamed, letting out her anger on the corpse more and more as she ranted, "How could you look in his eyes and do that?! His pure, innocent eyes?! Did you want to sell those, too?! Tear apart all of him?! Was he more useful to you as an organ farm?! Even when you left him rotting in the trash?! I saved him! I did! He was mine!"

She kept on about some boy, berating the corpse for stealing from her, among other things. It went on for a while before Takuya finally stumbled down the stairs, bursting into the room with heavy pants. He didn't seem so much panicked at the girl brutalizing a body as much as he did when beginning to scope out everyone else in the room. With a look of regret, he approached the other servants in the room, beginning to kill them one by one.

"T-Takuya!" Isao yelled, finally gathering the courage to hold a murderer back, "Stop it! What are you doing?!"

The white-haired male shoved the ravenette away, glaring at him and daring him to try and stop him again. It seemed obvious to him why he was getting rid of the others. They would tell the police what (Y/n) did. He had to stop them before they tried to take her away. It wasn't her fault. Nobody else understood that, so he had to get rid of the witnesses, leaving him soaked in blood with a room full of fresh corpses. He only barely decided to spare Kohaku, if only because he knew he could be silenced easily.

"I'll clean it up," he panted, as if that was what Isao's concern was, "Don't worry. (Y/n)...?"

"Don't get near her! Taku - "

"Takuya!" Ichika roared, "I told you the second you ran away I would - "

The woman paused as her eyes laid upon the scene in front of her, hand shooting straight to her mouth. The (h/c) haired girl was stabbing a motionless servant, countless other servants laying motionless on the marble floor, Takuya was stained with blood, and Isao and Kohaku were trembling to the side. She didn't even know where to start, backing away slowly before she ran into something. The woman screamed, quick to whip around and see a very bright, bubbly face.

"Maya," Kota giggled, only to pause and take in the scene before adding an enthusiastic, "Oh, wow!"

At the sound of the pink-haired male's voice, (Y/n)'s head snapped up. And though the baku smirked, practically daring her to try and do something as he leaned tauntingly forward, she didn't keep her attention on him. No, she stared straight at someone else, halting her assault on the corpse. Calmly, she stood up, walking slowly towards Ichika with knife in hand.

"You," the girl growled, "You took him away from me. I'll kill you, too."

And, clasping his hands together, Kota smiled.