On the Edge of Pure

I went back to the washroom and washed my hands. The reflection in the mirror was pale, like a paper doll, with red and swollen needle marks all over the back of my right hand. Just looking at it made me shudder.,In just half an hour, the bustling streets had emptied out. The small shops along the street were all closed, and there was not a single person in sight on the usually lively night market.,The world in Roku's eyes was shattered, consciousness a haze.。