Don''t stare in the mirror


    for too long.


    It revealed our true


    forms.


    Ronin''s true appearance


    doesn''t look like the one


    I just saw with my own


    eyes.


    For in the mirror,


    he looks like he


    did on the day


    I left him.


    On that day when


    the sky was a


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    During our


    high school


    days,


    Ronin wore a


    white bowl


    cut style,


    often wearing


    red contacts.


    Along his neck


    is a deep sliced


    wound while


    his school


    uniform


    looks all dirty


    and unkempt


    with dried


    blood.


    Lots of it.


    My appearance


    on other hand,


    is rather gone


    until you step


    closer and look


    to the ground.


    My body is lying face


    on the ground,


    while the rest of my


    body is twisted and


    broken in many


    ways.


    We look like beautiful monsters.


    Vengeful ghost on a insane


    rampage.