[color=red][right][b][u]4/7 Early Morning - Maki-Maki Residence[/u][/b][/right][/color]

Pain. It's a beautiful sensation. 
The crimson sheen that blood glistens, aged like fine wine, drips from the wrist of the wicked, coating the edge of the blade in red. 
Koi was in ecstasy. The feeling of a slit wrist felt [i]just right[/i]... It always served as a wonderful means of sharp, painful pleasure. Although it never lasted long, her senses would always be overwhelmed when exposed to the will of the blade, and it's urge to cut, thin and slow.

Blood.
It dripped from her arm to the waiting old towel below. It served it's purpose well, claiming the blood of the unholy, to be used for the coming ritual. She couldn't help but grin as she began to imagine what kind of devilish scheme she could come up with using this blood. Perhaps a summoning of an ancient demon? Or perhaps something to bring misfortune to the people of her school? Or maybe even luck to herself? When it came to the occult, Koi's imagination went wild!

Koi Maki-Maki was the sole member of the Occult Investigation Club: a formerly official school club turned unofficial when it's members were no longer able to keep up it's practice. She, herself, was a hardcore occult addict, and loved all things creepy or messed up in the world. One could say she was a perfect imitation of ruin and mischief, causing excitement wherever she went!

Well, excitement for herself.

As the crisp morning air set in she could sense the faint tingling from her arm begin to run dry, and so she quickly swept up the remaining red liquid with speed and precision. She knew all the right places to sweep, starting at the edges and steadily making her way to the center, before covering the wound and cleaning it with a splash of water. Obviously not holy, because holy water was blessed by the so-called "gods" of this realm, and she didn't want to be tainted with their goodness.

Wrapped finally with a bandage disguised as a charm, and she reverted to her... less sadistic self. Laying back down on her bed, Koi sighed softly as she stared up at the ceiling, staring at the bandage which now protected her arm from outside dangers. She noted that it would likely look cute to some, though she wasn't big on cute things...
... At least not publicly, anyway. 
As her arm began to feel tired, she gave it the comfort of rest by cuddling up to one of her many pillows. This specific pillow had absorbed many a shed tear from Koi, acting as the Maki-Maki girl's only real comfort against those around her. However, it hadn't seen any tears from Koi in quite awhile. She'd learned how to stop crying, how to stop caring.
Koi learned how to be numb.

[color=red][i]'Imbeciles...'[/i][/color] She thought to herself, as her mind became wrought with tormenting memories. [i]'They're all just idiots... The lot of them...! They didn't know what I was going through... they didn't even care! I hate them. I hate them! I despise them so much I could [u]kill[/u] them...!'[/i]

... It wasn't uncommon for Koi's mind to turn in the direction it presently was. It was hard to be anything else, if you'd lived a life of suffering like she had. Koi had nobody to talk to about these things, and so... she'd often let it build up inside. It would lead to yet another slit on her wrist, and everything would begin all over again...

She left the knife on the desk, in case she felt she needed it again.

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[color=red][right][b][u]4/7 Late Afternoon - Maki-Maki Residence[/u][/b][/right][/color]

Koi awoke to the sound of her mother banging on the door.

"Koi? We don't have much money for food, so we're going to eat out tonight at the Silver Dragon. Apparently everything is really cheap tonight!" Despite the slight stumble in her speech, Koi's mother sounded quite excited. It was a rare pleasantry, and Koi was more than thankful of the divines for blessing upon her a happy mother this night. Her mind thought it was due to the blood sacrifice she'd made earlier - a sign of a good harvest. In truth, her mother was actually happy that they could get some cheap food for once.

Koi's mother left without another word, heading to her room to get ready, no doubt. Koi herself made no attempt at letting her mother know she'd be coming, since she had a feeling she already knew. After all, disobeying mother was like a death wish.
Especially if she were intoxicated.
Although only slightly, Koi could tell her mother had taken to a shot of alcoholic beverage. Although alcohol was said to be one of Satan's creations to sway the minds of men, Koi couldn't help but disagree. Wine, and other such alcoholic beverages, as Koi had hypothesized, was invented by Christ as a means of swooning them over to the side of god. It only helped their case that the intoxication could make persuasion even more effective on mortals...

She was already dressed, naturally in black, with her dress making her look more like some European noblewoman than anything else. Or an evil bride. Regardless, she didn't quite care. If others stared upon her magnificence and couldn't comprehend her choice, well, that was their misfortune. 
She hesitated when she was about to leave. There was one thing she just couldn't leave home without:

Her journal.

Deftly she took the book from its resting place on the desk, and with that, she headed out...