Amanita wore red everyday. Nobody knew the exact reason why. Was it to represent herself? Or was it a white dress stained with the blood of those who stood in her way? Her blue eyes stood out from her red outfit. They were a shade of indigo, similar to that of the indigo milk cap.
One day, when she came back from her daily stroll, a wet dripping noise followed her. She left red footprints as she walked. Each step had a resounding echo, intimidating everyone there. Her outfit was soaked in blood, with splatters found on her hands. Her veil was even worse— wet, almost to the point that her face wasn't visible. Even so, not a single drop was found on her face. She kept walking, as if nobody was there, as if nothing was wrong.
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