that feeling will never go away. that blood will never wash off.

how does it feel?

( a note sent in the mail. )

you can't save her.

..haa. trust me, don't trust me, it's all the same. it'll still end the same. soon you'll look at her and i'll be all you see.

[ she scowls, an unusual expression on monika's normally delicate, soft features. ]

i know it because i used to 𝘣𝘦 her.

[ it's like looking at a warped reflection. it's her, but.. too different. ]

this. her. mokou. her lies were always going to catch up to her.

[ she sighs, brushing back her hair. ]

didn't she tell you? she's not a good person.

don't worry too much about it. this was always going to happen.

go ahead.

don't be too hurt over her.

..she's not real anyway.

why? because i told you exactly what she was and you tried to insist she wouldn't end up hurting you? or did you believe me all along and now you're sore that the other shoe finally dropped?

..you still don't even know what she's hiding, do you?

...i don't know why you expected her to be different.