Sagawa shattered into into fluttering pieces of paper.
Altogether, they fell haphazardly into a pile where Sagawa's body should have lay.
Noticing their peculiar shape, the maid reached into the pile to inspect what they were.
Frowns.
Many, many,
Frowns.
Of Failure.
Of Disappointment.
Broken Promises.
And Deepest Regret.
She plunged into that pile. And frantically dug through it.
But there was no redeeming piece to be found.
Each of the scornful tokens expressed themselves in different ways.
One
Frowned in anguish.
One
Frowned in madness.
One
Grimaced in defeat.
And another
Cried in betrayal.
They all were locked in a fragile eternity with the expressions they died in.
A
Frown to each tragedy that repeated itself in many flavors.
From there, she heard it. The sound of snipping.
Right by that pile, a girl with unkempt pink hair was cutting a design into a piece of paper.
Ionia reached out to the girl. To make her stop, but she was unable to do so.
That girl wasn't her.
Even though they looked the same.
Even though they were the same person.
They were different.
That girl still had the freedom to change what happens.
Just like all others before, she had the power to challenge the world and find an Alternative Conclusion.
As for herself, her story was over.
Just like the many others before her.
She was now a
Frown as well.
The scene began to waver as her consciousness began to fade.
As she fell into a deeper slumber, she made out an approaching figure.
A bespectacled girl with peach colored hair stepped towards the girl cutting away.
And she inspected the girl's snipping with amiable curiosity....
