Miku sobs softly, hunkered down against the wall with her face in her hands. Her ghostsense is telling her to look up, to move, to run away, but she can't.

Because it hurts.

The parts of her visible tell the story in stark, red ink. It's crept up the back of her neck and over her hands, staining them red with her sorrow for living. Miku's sobs shook her small frame with each little breath. Please, make it stop, please... Oh, God...