Wednesday, June 1st

(Y/n) kept a slow and dragging pace towards her assigned terminus in the form of a bus stop. She had found her day at school completely draining, continuously having to force her mind out of any paranoid thoughts circulating her working environment. Often finding herself being haunted by the image of a low and venomous voice, uttering threats in her ear, she was fatigued by the clearly unwelcoming atmosphere that was brought with her destination.

'What will I be expecting this time...? After yesterday, his harassment will just escalate from this point on. What will I do now...?' As she half-heartedly placed one foot after the other to continue with her elongated travel, right before she felt a hand lightly pat her head. Under the deluded panic over her paranoid state, she was almost inclined to yelp at the sudden touch, holding back when she noticed the individual's identity. "Mikah, you startled me..."

The male gazed down at the girl who remained tense and unnerved as she avoided his sights. The boy analytically eyed her as he adjusted to her lagging pace along the trail. "You've been very quiet since yesterday. Did something happen at work?" He allowed the female to dawdle in her hesitation to explain as she could tell there was no possible outcome that would end in the avoidance of her foul mood.

"One of the guys living there is giving me some trouble..." The boy raised an eyebrow at the reveal before giving a prompt hum as his response. (Y/n) lowered her gaze, dreading the prospect of arriving at the bus stop and taking an hour journey towards a place where she was indefinitely unwelcomed.

"What did you do?" The male quizzed, making his sibling frown at him for the distrusting statement.

"I did absolutely nothing. He just became so hostile in a matter of seconds. I didn't even see it coming." Mikah huffs out his response, reaching into his bag to create crackling noises of a plastic material. As the girl heard the sound approaching her ear, she turns around to see a bag of crisps looming beside her head.

"Want some?" He offered her, making the female converge her eyebrows in a disinterested expression.

"Are you even listening...?" She sighed out, feeling as though her only hope of venting was betraying her. The boy retracted his offering before taking his share of the snack as he further inquired on the details of her bothers. "I don't exactly know what happened...I guess he just doesn't like me getting close to his brother. He said 'don't take big brother away from me' and ever since then he's just bullying me around the house...Can you make sense of this?" The girl looked towards her hands that held the bruises and marks from his previous antics, wincing slightly as she flexed the skin.

She glanced at her brother to see him looking up, thoughtfulness radiating in his eyes before he looked down at her with a cocked up brow. "I thought you'd get where he's coming from." (Y/n) gaped at her brother, scouting for inclinations that would give away any sign of sarcasm.

"Huh?! What are you trying to say with that?" She indignantly demanded, earning a disappointed exhale from the boy.

"He seems worried that you'd take away his brother away from him, right? Have you considered why he feels that way?" The girl seemed slightly lost at the male's words. Mikah gathered up a logical analogy that would aid in his sister's comprehension. "Wouldn't you be upset if I suddenly disappeared from your life?"

(Y/n) watched him, processing his logistics and scenario before scoffing at the query. "That's completely different. You're making it sound like I'm going to kill his brother, or run away with him. The circumstances are not the same." She retorted back, looking away from her sibling as she felt the fleeting sense of hope for help disappearing from her.

"Maybe you should see it his way then." (Y/n) grumbled as she glanced back at the boy who was giving her a stern look. "You're the one who once said that a lot of tears and conflict could be spared if people understood each other. I expected better from you sis." The girl let out a low, brief, growl of frustration before directing her negative look towards the boy.

"Even if I understood him, that doesn't excuse what he's doing." Mikah simply gave a reluctant shrug before humming away at the situation.

"Maybe...I don't know, you'll sort it out." He rushed his final support, as though impatient to simply leave the subject be, before pushing the packet of half eaten crisps in the girl's arms and bolting away in a mechanical run.

"Hey, I said I didn't want any!" She watched the boy quickly disappear into the distance as she glared after him. 'Did he just dump his trash on me...?' Letting her frustration out in the form of an irked exhale, she stuffed the pack inside her bag when her eyes locked onto the oncoming bus that was intended to bring her to her work location. Hesitation followed her racing mind before she solidified her decision to avoid prolonging the inevitable.

The closer the female approached the compound, the further her senses descended into anxiousness. As she began nearing the property, her mind reflexively began switching her thoughts around, attempting to bring serenity into her panicking mind. 'I shouldn't be overreacting like this, it's not like he'll actually try to do something serious...' Regardless of the vain endeavours, she couldn't fully convince herself of a safe environment the moment she would enter the premise.

She lightly shook her head, feeling the considerable invisible weight that tightened her chest until breathing seemed a labour. She had her head down throughout the walk, trying to avoid as much contact with the house a possible before her obligations called for otherwise. Upon nearing the building, she sucked in a deep breath of air before lifting her gaze up, towards the gates.

To her bewildered surprise, an unexpected individual made his way towards her, carrying a large luggage bag behind him. (Y/n) stared as the aggravated boy walked with a heavy pace towards the gate, right before turning in the direction the girl had just walked from. "Padraig? What are you doing?" Her perplexed inquisitiveness urged out an annoyed huff from the male as he stomped away.

"I'm leaving! I have been dishonoured in this building and refuse to live under the same roof as these b*****ds!" He shouted, accusingly waving his index finger towards the compound in question before focusing back on his luggage as he began making his way towards the path. (Y/n) watched, wide eyed with a confused expression as the boy proceeded on his way.

"Did something happen?" She called out her inquiry, obligating the male to turn his sour expression towards her.

"The head of this house has spoken badly about my creations and even told me I can leave the compound! I'm leaving this damn school, I can't believe the nerve of some people! How dare he make me depart with this building?!" His bellowing voice filled the air with his arrogant tone, leaving the girl to watch the seething male with an unimpressed look.

She turned towards the building in an attempt to ignore the departing boy. As she tried to focus her gaze at the large household, she felt her eyes slowly shifting towards the sculptor that paced towards the bus stop. Realising what her subconscious was gradually insinuating, she swiftly shook her head to rid herself of the urging sensation.

'No...No! No (Y/n). Don't get involved. Let this guy sort out his own problems, he's not your main concern at the moment...' As her thoughts slowly began shifting, the girl found herself falling back to the real world as a powerful gust of wind swept her gaze back towards the male.

Looking over to him, Padraig held a disgruntled and insulted stare as he hesitated in his steps, slowing down his pace to look towards the building with a far-away gaze. He uncertainty continued towards the bus stop, unaware of the girl's concerned visage. (Y/n) proceeded to look up towards the white clouds in analytical suspicion.

"I refuse to go after him unless you give me some sort of sign..." She mumbled to the sky above, referring to any higher power or deity that might be answering her call. The female half heartily joked the oath, until her expression was pelted with a number of large rain droplets descending from the grey atmosphere.

As the girl stared at the abrupt downpour, Padraig scowled up at the sudden change of weather before grunting out his frustration. "Damn it." Muttering his irritation, he quickly jogged to take shelter underneath the bus stop where shook off the attacking liquid.

The female began huffing and let out throaty sounds of irritation as she glanced towards the soaked boy who seemed just as discontent with the situation as she was. She looked back up to the sky in an attempt to give a displeased look towards the entity that had answered her offer. "You're kidding..." Silently commenting, she gazed towards the male before breathing out her fatigue with the synopsis.

The girl quickly jogged towards the sheltered boy, taking refuge under the cover of the bus stop where he set his belongings with an irritated thud to the ground. He sat himself down on the bench before shaking off the extra sogginess in his hair. He noticed the girl following him, running to quickly duck under the dryness of the Stop. (Y/n) apathetically looked at the boy, unwilling to create any type of personal concern over the situation.

"What's got you so bothered?" The enquiry ended up earning the girl a scowl from the annoyed male. Padraig dismissively rolled his eyes before turning his sights away, as though her presence were an ignorable option.

"It's none of your business, go back to cleaning inside that damn house." His remark earned a humming growl from the girl as she glanced back to see the building peeking out through the trees. Looking back to her company, she stayed silent as the male pressed a phone to his ear to regard the person on the other end. "Yes...yes, I'm coming back...very well, wait for me down town." He ended his call with a stronger than necessary press before glaring off to the side.

The pair stayed quiet for the longest time, neither willing to break the thickening atmosphere that only allowed the patter of the rain to be heard. (Y/n) breathed out once she realised no progress can be made if they were to remain ignorant of one another. "You're exaggerating, I'm sure whatever happened wasn't much of a big deal."

Padraig dragged his features towards his company, glowering at her insulting comment. "It's very much a big deal! I have worked hard on refurbishing this precious building ever since I lived here, it's absolutely despicable how I'm being denied like this!" Confusion flowed through the female's mind as the obscurity of the situation finally urged her to inquire the boy on more details. "Seok has stated that he wants my statues in the storage! And now they're all going to be moved to the basement."

The girl stared at the male with narrow eyes, processing the last bit of information given to her. "You're an idiot..." The statement forced the boy to glare up at her, his features scrunching up to give the girl a disapproving scowl.

"Excuse me?! How dare you?!" He stood up to impose his angered authority.

"You're going to be leaving this amazing school just because they don't have room to put your toys in." (Y/n) evenly stated, pushing the boy further into a pit of frustration.

"Do you know who you're talking to?! You've got some nerve!" Raising his voice to a dogmatic volume, the female simply ended up shrugging at his attitude and looking away to purposefully display her disinterest. Padraig finally felt his last nerve snap at the gesture and automatically pointed his finger towards the girl, taking her by surprise with his sweltering expression. "You're fired!" Declaring his finalised command, the female was left to stare wide-eyed towards the serious male.

As Pardaig regarded her with a satisfied smirk, the girl felt her own temper flowing through. "You can't fire me! As you said, you no longer live in the house! Therefore you've got no authority over me!" She snapped back at the boy, forcing him to twist his features in a futile display before falling back down onto the bench.

"Whatever! It's not like I'll ever have to see you after I leave. Have fun cleaning for these wretched idiots." He bitterly spat, looking away from the building and female as he tried to concentrate on the pitter-patter of the falling rain. (Y/n) continued watching his sulking state for a short while, under deep consideration over her consulting before she placed herself to sit beside him. Padraig gave her a tasteless glance, permitting her a time limit on changing her mind only for the female to show no signs of departing. "Aren't you going to leave?" He more so demanded than inquired, earning a disregarding shrug from the female.

"Later." She remarked back, making the boy grumble out his displeasure as they situated themselves in the pattering atmosphere. "So, what's honestly got the Prince so riled up? You can't tell me you're seriously leaving just because they want to put your statues away." However, she was returned with an insulted glare that displayed his full annoyance towards her doubts.

"I have worked hard on my masterpieces and have spent countless hours calculating the most suitable areas to place them in. I have known this home for much longer than any of them, and have the full right to decorate it as I please. Now I'll leave this home that has sheltered me from the start just because of damn Seok..." He stubbornly pushed his chin to rest against the palms of his hands as he kept his disdain directed towards the inhabitants building. (Y/n) scrunched her face in a baffled gaze.

"Seok? Is he the reason why they're putting your statues away?" Pardaig sniggered as though mocking the proposal himself.

"Yes, that damn b*****d complained how he keeps running into them whenever he walks around the house. Just because he can't keep his eyes open for one second at a time..." He mumbled his ending comment in begrudging spite before grumbling, "And because he's Mr Head Boy of the house, he's got the authority and privilege to request these things. Honestly, the nerve of him..." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow at the title given to the second male and decided to further inquire on.

"Head boy?" Piping her curious voice up, Pardaig reacted to the label with clear malice.

"Yes. Every house has a head boy or head girl. And Seok just so happens to be ours." Pardaig began kicking dirt around with his toes, vicariously imagining to be the male that angered him.

(Y/n) attempted to comprehend the reasoning behind the choice of an unproductive, apathetic and dilatory individual such as the blond. "Really? Seok?" She commented in her own confusion, earning a mirroring response.

"I know, right? If anyone should be in charge of setting an example for this house, it's me. Just because he's the Dean's grandson..." Further puzzlement entered the girl's knowledge.

"He's Mr Kim's grandson?" Her inquisitive voice asked, being responded with a dismissive shrug by the boy.

"It's ridiculous..." Murmuring his ridiculed annoyance, Padraig drifted his eyes towards the house. The silence between the two only grew thicker with the coat of rain still seeping from the outside. "That used to be my house..." (Y/n) glanced the male's direction to see him watching the building with a distant and spiteful gaze. "My parents sold it off to Mr Kim a few years ago. This is my home, why the hell should I be taking nonsense from some nobody inside the property that I've spent my whole life in...?" He rested his seething sights towards the numerous puddles that slathered the environment, trying to focus his ttention on anything else but the area that he's withdrawing from. "He told me if I didn't like the conditions then I'm free to leave. That stupid moron...making me depart from everything I cherish in just a single moment. Unbelievable..."

"Do you like this place?" A question peeped out beyond the pattering of the rain, turning the boy's consideration to his company.

Padraig looked towards the house with a contemplative gaze before scoffing at the simplicity of the answer. "Of course. I love this place. I was raised here from the very beginning. And I was absolutely ecstatic to hear I'll be going to school-"

"Yet now you're the one leaving it behind." (Y/n)'s levelled tone seeped through his speech. The boy glanced at her with an irritated gaze before replying back with a bitter undercoat.

"I don't want to leave it behind-"

"Yet you're under this bus stop with packed luggage. Where are the statues you so cherish now? Are they just going to end up in the basement anyway?" The male sent her a sharp and degraded gaze, filled with a demeaning coating.

"Of course not! I'll bring them back home where they belong!" His stern tone and firm response emphasised his irrefutable decision. The girl watched him in an unimpressed manner as he stood before her with stiff muscles that were strengthened through his frustration.

"So are the statues the things that make up a home for you?" Padraig pressed his teeth together to display his irked response toward the inquiries of the female's curious vocals.

He confidently straightened his posture and forced on a boastful smirk. "Yes! If my works of art are not with me then I can't call it a home. Especially anywhere where my masterpieces are not welcomed!" He finalised his response with a determined expression when the girl rebutted him in unwavering interrogation.

"So technically this place means nothing to you?" As the puzzlement seeped into the boy's perception he gave her a befuddled look.

"What?"

(Y/n) simply shrugged her own analogy off, almost dismissing it all together. "Since your statues aren't going to be in there, and neither are they welcomed, why should you care so much about this place?" Her undertone seemed mocking and teasing under the layer of seriousness, incentivising the male's temper as his legs stiffened with aggression.

"I don't! That's why I'm leaving!" His voice raised a few octaves and rang past the layers of rain that surrounded them.

"So this building doesn't mean anything to you?" As a revelation had managed to dissolve inside the boy's perception, the only display of his obdurate behaviour was a silently scrunched face. His features began relaxing upon the realisation he had nothing to speak against her analogy. Or, inferred more bluntly, his analogy.

"...Of course it does. This house means everything to me..." Padraig's expression slumped, mirrored by his body. He gazed back towards the house as shimmers of his past reflected off each angle of the building. As the rain grew distant from his perception, his mind covered the scenery with a sunny image of the years.

"Why? You said it yourself: anywhere where they don't accept your statues is not a home. You can easily enough just leave without giving it a second thought in that case, so why are you upset over leaving this place?" As judicious and equivalent her logistics seemed, the male fell silent at his echoed words. His eyes strayed back towards the sound building, searching for serenity in the image of the large house.

"I don't know..." The whisper of uncertainty became swallowed in the pounding rain. The girl watched him for a few seconds at a time, analysing his subliminal inklings and solemn attitude. Once her mind had ceased its scrutiny, she stood up to approach the conflicted male. The girl positioned herself in front of his distant eyes, watching him with an austere expression, catching his attention when he realised her advance.

"Let me tell you why." She directed her pointed finger towards the building of memories. "It's because it's not what is in there." The male watched her gliding hand in an entranced fashion, her calm and slow motions stopped once her index digit was gently pressed to his forehead. "But what's in here." Padraig stared once her words had reached him, peeling away at the conceited mechanism in his brain to reveal the vulnerability of his nostalgia. "Material items hold no worth when placed beside sentimental value."

The boy's gaze trailed to the ground, trying to rebuild the shell of rancour. "Why the hell would I want to live in a place where my work isn't welcomed...?" (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at the endurance of his arrogance before her frustration began taking away her patience.

"Because you want to hold on to these memories. This is your home, right? It's always hard to accept letting go of something that's been with you throughout. And it's hard for you to let this place go because of that." As Padraig tried to withhold himself from looking away, only for the defeat to show in his silent response. "So what the hell are you doing...? Do you think throwing this tantrum will resolve anything?" The violet eyes that had been deeply rooted to the floor lifted to stare at the girl with an attempted denial. However, a lie would be told if the male wasn't aware subconsciously of the fact itself. "At the end of the day you'll leave and nothing here will change. You're just punishing yourself at the moment because you're so stubborn. In the end, your leave will be no one else's doing, besides yours."

Padraig swivelled his head to the side, bearing his teeth in annoyance. The female allowed the stillness of their surroundings and pouring rain to sink through the boy's permeable barrier, as her words made their way through his mind. Once he seemed to have settled his denials, the girl let out a heavy sigh.

"Hey, Prince Padraig...you won't be in this place for much longer. Once you graduate, you won't ever see your home again. So keep making memories here while you still have the chance to make them." Once the realisation had managed to soak through, the boy held back on the emotions that would escape through him, one way or another.

"Why do you even care?" After his contemplative moment, he scowled at the girl, distrustingly eyeing her with repudiate mannerisms.

"Because you annoy me." Taken aback by her reasoning, he took full notice of her angered and boiling expression, her eyes filled with resentment as they watched him like a hawk. "You annoy me with how selfish and idiotic you're being. You annoy me with how ungrateful and defeatist you are. Get over yourself." Her stern and stable tone made the male instinctively squirm inwards at the authoritarian and vexed words. "You can make hundreds of those statues and sculptures all you want. Eventually, they'll be replaced, replicated and even thrown away. And I can guarantee you, you won't remember any of them over time."

Padraig was allowed peace and solitude to ponder over the girl's words, as she walked towards his luggage to stare down at the baggage.

"Let's go back. If this place truly means anything to you, then stand up and start walking. If not, stay here and wallow in your self pity, there's no point in me continuing to reason with you. I've got a job to do." (Y/n) turned around, heading towards the drizzling environment in preparation to leave the male to his own devices.

"Hold on." Hearing his urgent request, she directed her focus back on the boy. Padraig felt exposed in front of her eyes, unsurely fidgeting and contracting his body into a smaller form. After a few seconds of uncertain calculative thoughtfulness, he lifted his disquieted expression to regard the female, as though searching for guidance in her. "I don't want to leave..." (Y/n) allowed him a few moments for the boy to swallow down his stubbornness. Padraig had bolted his sights to the ground, too self-conscious to lift his head up until he heard rustling and sloppy steps beside him.

"Then let's go unpack." (Y/n) took his luggage in her hand and began making her way past the shelter of the bus stop. Padraig watched her satisfied expression before she looked up towards the sky, ray's of light hitting her face with a warm vibrancy. "The rain is letting up." Commenting in a relieved tone, she turned her grinning features towards the gaping sculptor. "Looks like something is smiling down on your decision."

Padraig watched the female making her way towards the house under the thermal climate. He felt his mind numb as his focus situated on her departing form before looking up to see the cloudless sky where the drowsy weather had previously originated from. The boy reluctantly placed one foot out from under the roofing of the bus stop, creating a starting point for the rest of his body to follow.

The pair arrived at the door steps of the housing, Padraig proceeding to take his luggage to ease the load on the female. Upon entering the building, the two noticed a certain individual crossing the central passage in a dazed and moping manner. (Y/n) worriedly looked back at the sculptor as he held hostility in his expression at the sight of the blond, finding hints of possible conflict that may arise.

The dark haired boy proceeded to swiftly walk up to Seok, followed by the concerned girl who whispered her plead for the male to compose himself. The blond eventually sensed their presence and turned towards the angry boy with a disinterested expression. Padraig stopped only a few feet away from him, clutching onto the handle of his case with frustrated tension.

(Y/n) unnervingly swapped her gaze from boy to boy, as the dead silence between them grew with a rapid pace. After a few moments of unreadable watchfulness, Padraig finally cleared his throat before straightening his stance. "The only reason I came back is that it would have been too much of a punishment for you simpletons to lose me. So I decided out of the kindness of my heart that I keep my amazing presence in this house." With a haughty tone and smug sneer, he regarded the disinterested male with a superior air. His face then muddles in annoyance as he expressed his final words with chocking difficulty. "So...I apologise for acting out and saying I shall leave, I hope I-"

"I don't care..." Seok bluntly stated, holding his unfazed features before turning away from the boy to make his own journey down the hall. Padraig glared at his back with a twitching expression, folding his arms in a semi-tantrum.

"Ungrateful b*****d..." He muttered before looking back at his remaining company.

"So...does this mean you'll actually fire me now...?" She nervously inquired, hoping the boy not actually have the power to let her off. His violet eyes assessed her moments at a time before turning away with a stubborn fluster.

"I'll let it go this one time. But don't ever go and insult me like that again, do you hear?" He grumbled out, relieving the female with the safety of her position.

"As you wish, Prince Padraig." She courtly agreed to the male's conditions before smiling at the situation.

"And...what was it again...?" The male looked to the ceiling as though in recollection to remind himself of an important detail. Stuttering out a few whispered wrong attempts he finally regarded the female once he was assured to have the correct name. "(Y/n), was it...thank you..." The girl hummed her surprise as the boy visually seemed embarrassed to utter his gratitude. Padraig retracted his body inwards, attempting to hold his composure in front of the female. "I'll keep your words in mind, so feel honoured." The low volume of his explanation was meant to assure that the girl wouldn't hear him, however, was rendered futile as (Y/n) smiled to herself in content.

"Have fun unpacking then." She waved him off with a satisfied smile and went on her way to aquire her cleaning materials.

Padraig stared after her form as he subconsciously hoped she would find an excuse to speak to him any other words that would prologue her presence. However, he was left to his lonesome in the disappointment of her leave, allowing the silence to act as his only comfort. Once he realised the sense of urgency over her company, the boy refutably shook his head to rid the sensation. 'What's wrong with you?! You're far too good for a common worker like her to be around you.' Establishing his own self-worth above hers, he managed to cover the necessity in his perception and turn his back to the subconscious thoughts.

The boy then stopped in his tracks when the sound of light buzzing echoed through the environment. Digging into his pocket he retrieved his phone before sliding his finger across the display to take the call.

"Yes?" As the individual on the other line established themselves and their purpose, Padraig felt his face flush red with embarrassment. "Oh you're still waiting?! Uhm...actually there's been a change of plans, I'm not leaving..." He could hear the annoyed tone and angry nagging even when his phone was inches away from his face and knew the ranting would not cease for some time. "I know I asked you to travel half way across the country on such short notice but..." The echoes of the angry vocals continued reverberating across the entire central passage, leaving the boy to deal with the complaints as all he could do was release a sigh.

(Y/n) made her way towards the broom closet where she prepared to take her equipment to finally begin her work. As she opened up the door to the small room, a foul odour invaded her nostrils, making her wince at the mild putrid stench. "Ugh! What's with the smell?"

Entering the room, the girl looked around for any inclination that would reveal the origin of the deadly perfume. When she realised she would not be able to visually assess the environment enough to locate the distraction, she had to resort to sniffing the substance out. It took her a few attempts to grab onto a specific location but once she followed the trail that had the most concentration, she was left to kneel down in front of a bucket that was situated amongst the shadows of shelves.

As she pulled the container towards her, she nearly screamed once her eyes witnessed the cause of the stench, stumbling back in surprise of the first glance. After taking a few moments to settle her beating and startled heart, she gulped down a lump of air before cautiously shuffling back towards the bucket. The second time around she was prepared for the visual and could only stare wide-eyed.

From inside she gazed mourningly at the dishevelled body of a small bird; it's torso, a gaping hole from which its unfunctional bodily contents perished and rotted away with the age of its corpse. It's out stretched wings and tail covered in only a handful of feathers, revealing each individual straw of bone that was matted with filth. The girl melancholically exchanged one-sided eye contact as its pale and lifeless pupils were hued with red and ivory as it blankly looked back at her. The tufts of fur and feather tainted with earthly substances that served to decompose its lifeless body. It's once strong, long beak left open in a forever frozen display of its last breath.

(Y/n) stood up as she hugged herself to thoughtfully glance around, making sure to purposefully avoid the insides of the bucket in order to clear her mind. 'God, why is this here...it wasn't here yesterday...'

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and shake away the disgust. Searching around her supplies she found a pair of gloves that would serve as her protection and aid. After acquiring the helpful item, she scanned around the room, rummaging through items until she found an object that suited her needs.

She took a large box from one of the shelves, inspecting the inside to see miscellaneous small objects of: screws, bolts, buttons and pins. She emptied the items into a larger box of the same substances before turning her attention back to the original problem.

Placing the now empty box beside her, she reached inside the bucket with gloved hands, shuddering at the squelching and cracking sound that was made more prominent by the hollow space inside the container. As she retrieved the frail body from the bucket with gentle caution, she placed it inside the box where she gingerly closed the lid with a last whisper of condolences.

She hastily took off the bloodied plastic covering off her hands before carefully picking the receptacle back up. Searching around herself for what her next move would be, she temporarily placed the container to the back of one of the shelves before wiping her hands against her clothes as a precaution. "I'm sorry little guy...I'll come back and see what I can do after work..." She promised the unresponsive corps before letting go of her breath to relieve her lungs.

Kneeling down to pick up the bucket with intent to wash it, she let out a surprised gasp as she felt one of her hands press against a moist, sticky substance. The girl quickly retracted to inspect the matter and was greeted with a dirty red liquid sticking to her palms. Gulping at the sight, (Y/n) shook her head in denial before deciding to reach towards the rim of the bucket.

Rotating it around to see the opposite side the container. As she was brought to the side that had filthied her palm, she quickly sucked in a breath of air as her eyes stared at the layout. The face of the bucket held a slightly smudged word from the press of her palm, inscribed with a substance too chillingly similar to the liquid that stained her gloves. As she trailed her eyes across each crimson letter, she reluctantly came to the resolution of the word wished upon her:

'Die'

The female shakily stood up, holding her tainted hand at a certain distance as her mind didn't take long to decipher the owner of the bloody penmanship. 'Gennai...' Taking in a quivering inhale, she began lightly panting to sooth the heart beats that she was sure could be heard outside her body. 'What the hell do you want from me...?'

However, her answer continued to be displayed in the streaky word that was presented on the front of the metallic bucket, filling her world with the deadly threat; 'Die'.

'Die'

'd̸i̸e̸'

The female looked away before the writing could continue echoing in her thoughts, brushing her hair out of her face with her clean hand, resting the palm against her forehead. She could feel herself sweating. 'So...this is how you're going to start today off...' She glanced back at the object sullied with the scarlet letters, knowing her torment was only beginning.