“The class thinks ignoring you will keep them safe,” the voice of the sister she lost whispered from the shadows of the doorway. “They think if you don't exist, the Calamity won't either.”
“It’s a pointless tragedy,” Mei murmured, her voice lost to the wind. “But the show must go on.”
“The color,” Mei replied softly. “It’s getting stronger. Like a stain on the sky.”
“The class thinks ignoring you will keep them safe,” the voice of the sister she lost whispered from the shadows of the doorway. “They think if you don't exist, the Calamity won't either.”
“It’s a pointless tragedy,” Mei murmured, her voice lost to the wind. “But the show must go on.”
“The color,” Mei replied softly. “It’s getting stronger. Like a stain on the sky.”
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