that evening, akeno had not returned to the fukushima household.

although she had a tendency to be rebellious, the obedient girl had never left home without informing her family beforehand.

her cell was available, yet she would not answer call

after call

after call.

her mother wanted the police.

her father wished to preserve his honor.

her sister was blocking it all out under the guise that she ceased to love her blood and flesh.

they had noticed nothing wrong, yet she was gone.

preferably not for good.

blind to the lamentation of her given salvation, akeno had escaped those which she had called chains, callously abandoning the foundation of humanity and decency she had built in her peaceful world.

if peace be stagnant and had abhorrently failed to acquiesce her self-indulgent imaginings, then peace shall be no more in a life that had never been one at all.