She shook her head, refusing.
"Chara?"
I peer at the toy knife, specked with a white powder.
I glanced in front of her, the frog creature we encountered no longer there. Only a pile of dust in its wake.
All over Chara. Dust. She was powdered in it, like it showered on her. Dust. She grabs her face in her hands as the toy clatters to the pavement.
She killed it.
"They were going to hurt you," she whispered and fell to the floor.
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