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	Mi Yu-na. Artist, musician, vice president of the Student Council. Rich girl. The lucky one. She had a lot of titles, but she dismissed the ones given to her by the other students. And she probably wasn't being the best role model. One earbud was in, blasting one of her favorites bands: ONE OK ROCK. She was tapping the rhythm out on the desk absentmindedly. Whenever the teacher looked at her hoping she'd answer, she just pretended she wasn't paying attention. Someone else was answering them, which was unusual. But a lot of unusual things were happening lately. Her brain was focused on combating these new killings. It tore off the scab of healing after her mother's death. Was she depressed? No. She was determined to find this [color=ed1c24]blood eye[/color] and bring them to justice. Her fingers grabbed up her pen as she started to tap the beat on her notebook. She started writing a rough draft of new policies to keep students safe, as well as her own notes on her personal investigation.

	Soft whispers of the lyrics of the next song left her as she thought. It had to be an adult. Somebody with experience in wielding sharp objects. That could range from medical officials to chefs...and it had to be someone either connected to the victims or knew someone connected to the victims. Or perhaps there was even an accomplice. There was a lapse in thought as a favorite song of hers came on. [i]'The Day'[/i] by Porno Graffitti. It was a welcome break from her stressed thoughts. And it also brought up some good memories of her brother taking her to their concert in Osaka. They did a tour with Uverworld and Flow. It had gone late, but it was during the summer so it didn't matter. She remembered that her brother had given her an open seat to rest in, which had turned into her falling asleep. Koya had carried her home.

	She shook herself out of her nostalgia as a new song came on. Her mind drifted back to the cases...mostly female fingers with rings. But what had kept her brain stuck for the past few nights were the male fingers. There had to be a reason there were fingers from men. Some had speculated that it was nothing, but that hadn't sated her. She knew it was an important detail, but she couldn't figure out why. [i]Tap tap[/i]. If it was just females, it would be easier. The evidence would have pointed to either spurned love and jealousy, or a grudge against unfaithful girls masquerading as otherwise. Perhaps it was the same but with males? [i]Tap tap tap[/i]. Maybe the killer was bi? It wouldn't be too far-fetched. And it seemed too thought out and methodical to be a crime of passion. Those cases were usually easily solved because the killer didn't think it through. No, they were dealing with a cold-blooded killer. Or at least, it was assumed the victims were dead. Maybe that's what they wanted the public to think? Maybe...[i]tap tap[/i]. Her mind drifted down a spiral of speculation as she tapped out the beats of her music.