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In front of me is a woman with long black hair, some scattered on her chest, some scattered on her shoulders, and more scattered behind her. She leaned against the wall, hung her head and covered her eyes with long bangs. I can't see her clearly, but I can vaguely see her eyes. Like me, they are dark blue. She is somewhat similar to me. Strangely, she was dressed in black. No, she should be said to be a dress.
She has a knife in her left hand, and there are knife marks on her arms, thighs and even her neck. The knife is still bleeding. On her right hand, there is a flower, specifically, a blood-dripping Datura. I'm 100% sure it's Datura, because our club has been studying this flower all this time.
A drop of blood ran down her forehead, slowly, through her eyes, eyelashes, cheeks ... Finally, it clicked on the floor. Then the blood beads seemed to be summoned, and slowly, they all dripped down their foreheads. In just a few minutes, her face was covered with blood.
This is a gothic death, which seems familiar to me.
I looked around and was surprised to find that there was only one floor, one wall and one ceiling. It is a kind of black, white and red mixed brick with irregular mixing. ...