Since Kirumi’s sudden disappearance, the Academy for Gifted Juveniles had fallen into disarray. Dust and spiderwebs littered certain corners that all the other students neglected to properly clean in her absence.
Late one evening, his attention caught by a faint, desperate voice. Peering closer at one of the webs, he froze: there, trapped in the sticky threads, was a tiny Kirumi, her once-commanding presence reduced to a helpless figure as a spider was beginning to creep closer to its prey.
The detective rubbed his eyes, chalking it up to exhaustion and his wistful longing for the her return. “It’s just late,” he told himself, brushing off the sight as nothing more than a trick of the mind as he turned around from the sight.
When the tiny voice fell suddenly silent, a strange calm washed over him—Kirumi, he reasoned, was probably just in the back of his mind as he missed her careful, constant upkeep. But deep down, a small chill lingered, like a spider’s thread he couldn’t quite brush away.
It couldn’t truly have been real, could it?
It almost Halloween and I really wanted to get a proper themed pic, so I whipped this out quickly cause it very spooky