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You ran.
And ran.
And kept on running.
You were stuck in a snowy forest, just lines of trees and snow everywhere in sight. It was dark out, so dark that every so often you stumbled as you ran over a random tree stump or loose rock. Your breathing was erratic and you felt sweat dribble down your body under your winter clothes.
How did you get here?
Last you remember you were watching a Suisei singing stream but when it ended, you felt tired and passed out at your desk. But when you woke up, you were no longer at your desk, not even your own home. You were laying in the snow, frozen like a statue until you got your bearings.
But then you saw HER.
As your concentration broke you tripped over something and fell face first into the snow. You groaned as you slowly forced yourself up and looked over at what caused you to trip.
Then your heart sunk.
Laying there was the mangled body of another person, too butchered to even begin to discern who they were. They were facing up with their head buried under the snow, their clothes ripped and shredded with multiple slashes and stabs up and down their torso. But the most defining feature was the sole combat knife lodged directly into the person's chest. The body had been so frozen that it appeared to have been there for at least a few hours, their blood and skin frozen in place .
“Ah… finally, the last one!” you heard a giddy voice say. With nervous eyes you looked over, and saw HER standing there. Her normally starry eyes were deadened. That usual smile full of happiness and energy now was a hollow grin. That pristine blue hair violated by dark crimson. Her winter jacket, ski goggles and hat were completely doused in blood. She was standing there, holding a combat knife with fresh blood on it, similar to the one stuck in the body nearby. But in the other was a pristine golden axe that gleamed under the moonlight.
It was Hoshimachi Suisei. The idol you once adored.
Now here to seemingly kill you.
