Don't stare in the mirror

  for too long.

  It revealed our true

  forms.

  Ronin's true appearance

  doesn't look like the one

  I just saw with my own

  eyes.

  For in the mirror,

  he looks like he

  did on the day

  I left him.

  On that day when

  the sky was a

  crimson red.

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  During our

  high school

  days,

  Ronin wore a

  white bowl

  cut style,

  often wearing

  red contacts.

  Along his neck

  is a deep sliced

  wound while

  his school

  uniform

  looks all dirty

  and unkempt

  with dried

  blood.

  Lots of it.

  My appearance

  on other hand,

  is rather gone

  until you step

  closer and look

  to the ground.

  My body is lying face

  on the ground,

  while the rest of my

  body is twisted and

  broken in many

  ways.

  We look like beautiful monsters.

  Vengeful ghost on a insane

  rampage.