In a dark room.

Under the darkness where even a hint of light didn’t penetrate, Yuria was crying with her head bowed.

“No…”

“This isn’t me…”

“I didn’t turn out like this!”

The floor was covered with shattered mirror pieces.

Even the mirror in the bathroom.

And the mirror on the vanity table in front of the desk.

Even the hand mirror she carried in her bag had turned into sharp shards, scattered everywhere.

Among the sharp pieces that seemed like they could cut deeply if stepped on, Yuria was sitting …