Blood-Stained Hibiscus

  Blood is red, like an endless hibiscus flower, bewitching and blooming.

  The attribute of heaven is arrogance. Clearly one second ago it was sunny and cloudless, with the morning sun shining brightly, but in the next second, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

  On the quiet path, Yukimura Seiichi held an umbrella and walked quietly on his way home.

  Because it's currently spring break, he has been playing tennis with the coach at the tennis club for a month before school starts.

  That was the club he joined when he was four years old, and now it has been eight years. And in these eight years, tennis, which was originally just a sport to strengthen his body, has slowly become an indispensable part of his life.

  Tennis is him, without tennis, there is no him.

  And after the start of school on April 1st, he will be a junior high school student. At that time, for the sake of the club, he will have even less time to come to the club. So now, he cherishes every day when he can play with the coach.

  Lift your head, the dark and gloomy black clouds seem to be pressing down, the cloud layer surges, looking particularly frightening.

  If it weren't for this sudden rain, he would probably still be on the court, freely sweating and playing basketball with relish.

  Koumura thought, was it wrong to refuse the coach's suggestion to wait for the rain to stop before going back? He didn't know why, but seeing that hazy rain, he wanted to go home and the words just slipped out...

  As I pondered, several flashes of lightning cut across the sky, illuminating the small alley, and the face of the petite figure leaning against the wall appeared even more sinister.

  His footsteps came to an abrupt halt!

  Suddenly, without any warning, the heavy footsteps fell and splashed several strands of water onto his pant legs.

  What was it that caught his eye just now?

  He took a few deep breaths, swallowed hard several times, and his face turned pale with fright.

  After standing still for a few seconds, he mustered up his courage, turned his head and finally looked towards that alley.

  In the quiet alley, that small figure sat quietly against the wall, letting the rain hit her body.

  Her head slightly lifted, revealing a delicate and pale neck. Her black hair was pulled down by the heavy rain, covering half of her face. Her face, like a puppet doll without any vitality, only showed her eyes, which were a kind of pure darkness that could not be described in words, deeper than obsidian, more serene than the night, as if even light had sunk into those pupils, yet unable to withstand a single ripple.

  He followed her gaze and saw that there was only a small hill formed by accumulated garbage, nothing else.

  The rain was still falling, and the girl stood quietly against the wall, as if she had lost her temper.

  Gathering his courage, he finally lifted his foot and took a step towards the girl. Although it was only a distance of a few seconds, it felt like he had walked for a century.

  One step, two steps, closer and closer.

  His pupils were constricted, and his legs trembled slightly, all of which spoke of his fear.

  He can't help but be afraid, because the girl in front of him now may already be dead...