Do you know what it feels like to be stained?
Bit by bit, little by little—do you understand the sensation of being consumed by the blackness creeping in from the edges?
Humans are social creatures. The moment one belongs to a community, they begin to take on its colors.
The red-haired girl who lived in Swallowtail Village was no exception.
Children gathered in small groups, talking amongst themselves.
It was an age where they should have been running around, swinging sticks, playing with pure joy.
Yet, the topic of their discussions was crime.
