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三珠 真夜 (Mitama “WYSIWYG-tan” Mayo)
“Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky
Most people would have noticed the inferno first. Indeed, the fiery pillar of destruction engulfing the remainder of what used to be a house was truly a sight to behold. Some people would have rushed to assist the firemen futilely trying to hold back the raging monster while reinforcements rushed in from neighboring villages. Those who did not posses the self-confidence to assist would pray to whatever their Deity was for hope,safety, or protection. The rest would just stare, mouths agape, their mind blank as their subconscious worshiped the awe-inspiring wrath of Mother Nature unleashed.
But not I. For me, the fire seemed nothing more than an errant whisper compared to the roar of the girl in front of me. The girl who stood there, calmly, her back to the fire, an empty gasoline canister her hand and a devious little smile on her face. The girl whose every aspect seemed to scream malevolence. The girl who looked straight at me with an expression that plainly claimed “I did it. Me. This, all this, was just me.”
I looked around. Surely, surely someone must have noticed this demonic girl. Someone must have recognized her for what she was. How am I the only one who can see this culprit right in front of me? Why have the police not come and taken her away? Not knowing what else to do, I approached her.
“You did this, didn't you?” I asked.