Chapter 8: His elder sister in memory

Blood splattered down on the white snow, as if splattering a bright red Hyacinth in demonic bloom.

Bodies were strewn across the ground.

The girl stood in the snow, her red-dyed skirt flipping in the gusty wind, playing a dirge.

"Sis!"

The young boy's mournful cry cut through this snowy night.

The young girl was suddenly woken up, her eyes shook, blankly looking at the knife dripping with blood in her hand, and then at the corpses all over the ground, and realizing with hindsight what she had done, she suddenly clutched her head and screamed hysterically.

"Sis!"

"I killed!"

The girl was trembling, and suddenly, as if she had figured something out, she turned her head to look at her brother standing in the doorway, her eyes sad, and muttered, "It’s good, Reginald, so that they can't come and bully you anymore."

The flying snow fell on the girl's shoulders and skirt, she tilted her head back to look at the snow falling in the air and smiled lowly, her smile bright and shocking.

" Regina