A body lay on the desolate warehouse floor, a pool of blood surrounding it from an unseeable wound. And following that pool of crimson were bloodied footsteps leading to, what one would assume, was a boy whose white form was stained with red.
There seemed to be a hint of guilt in his expression.
The sound of footsteps made his gaze flicker to the one it belonged to. A sudden sense of suspicion flooded the vacant warehouse, but it couldn’t be known just which living person that belonged to.
“I know what you must be thinking,” He broke the silence with a quiet murmur. “But I swear that I had nothing to do with this.” And yet he still appeared to be guilty of something.
Suspicious eyes traced the bloody footsteps from the body on the floor to the boy in white. Pretty blue eyes narrowed even further as the gaze was turned upon the other boy. Soft pink lips curled into a deep, ugly frown. One gloved hand clenched into a fist.
The other figure in the warehouse, dressed from head to toe in black, took a few cautious steps toward the boy.
After the silence was broken by the boy’s soft words, the figure in black stepped forward much more confidently toward the boy in white. He stepped right in front of the other boy. “Oh, is that so?” He asked, the disbelief clear in his tone. Glancing at the body, the young man gestured in the corpse’s general direction. “If that’s the case, what happened?”
The young man dressed in black, known by many as Mello, stuffed his hands into his pockets and waited for the boy to answer.
