fog of vengeance | h. ran

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A Nɪɢʜᴛ Oғ Nɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs
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Four years ago...

[ MURDER REPORT ]
Full Name: Haitani Erina 灰谷　エリナ
Sex: Female
Age of Death: 18
Marital Status: Single/Unmarried
Appearance: Slim body, long brown hair, violet eyes
Events leading to death: Meeting with a friend Cause of death: Stabbed by a 14-⅞" knife at the stomach (bleeding)
Time of death: 23:40pm

She was holding a knife, with red blood dripping on the floor. It smeared the shiny material of the 14-⅞" knife. Her eyes turned dark and lifeless. All she saw was a lifeless body on the floor in front of her. She stood there, frozen.

Her hands weren't shaking, her legs weren't trembling, the knife was still in her grasp. Her eyes didn't blink even for a second. All the noises and sirens at her back sounded like in a cinema but with everything being slowed down. Her vision only focused on one thing:

The lifeless body of Haitani Erina that was covered in a pool of blood.

She felt the tips guns were pointed at her from afar. She saw all of them. Policies that were surrounding her with disgust at their faces. As if they were looking at a lowly trash maggot.

Some slowly ran towards her, slapping her back and hands, causing her to drop the knife. They grabbed her wrists hard. It hurts. She managed to say only in silence. She felt the cold metals circling her wrists. They were handcuffs.

I can hear nothing now. I can say nothing. All I can do is stare at the dead body of Haitani Erina— My one and only best friend. One of the people I trusted the most. The sounds around me, they go in slow motion. Erina's eyes are closed. Her beautiful face has some blood stains on it. Her light and slim legs and arms are in red, covered with blood.

Is it..
I-Is it...
My fault?

Two males entered the crime scene. The shorter one jogged to his youngest sister in a big disappointment. He crouched down next to her, staring at his sister's pale and pretty face who's lifeless now. They couldn't process what was happening. All they knew was that they got a call from the police while having a meeting with the delinquents.

"Erina–"

Haitani Rindou, 19. His eyes widened as he caressed the cheek of his youngest sister. One and only sister. The parents weren't there during the day their daughter got murdered. All they took as important matters were business and wealthiness. Nothing about their children in the list.

The one who was being handcuffed was pushed by a policeman. He pushed her violently, forcing that poor girl into the car. Everyone was around her, judging that innocent looking girl. She didn't look down, she just stared at what was ahead of her.

And he saw that.

The view of her face disgusted him.

Her eyes were lifeless and dark, with no emotion. How could— How could she do that after murdering her own bestfriend? After murdering someone's beloved sister?

Ran clenched his fists hard as the sight of her kept focused in his mind. He stood there, in silence, watching as the police were rough and violent on her.

That wasn't enough.
She needs to feel more.
More and more and more pain.

That night was the tragic episode of her life. An eighteen years old L/N Y/N, being arrested as the suspect of Haitani Erina's murderer in an alley.

And Haitani Ran swears he's going to make the killer of his sister have a miserable life.

[Next Update: Year of 2025]