Bass pulsed into her room. Bounced off the walls. Assaulted her eardrums. Shook her cabinets. It brought her to life, and made Monday mornings so much more bearable. Her bass of choice? Today, her speakers woke her with the hard heavy guitars and deep shaking bass of korn's 'got the life'.<br/><br/>There was never a morning where she had an issue waking up. Sure, Mondays were as much a pain to her as anyone else, since it meant the death of a perfectly good weekend, but music pushed her happily through her morning routine. So, she rolled out of bed and began her usual ritual of wrecking her room looking for a missing part of her outfit. Some days it was her socks, some days her shoes, once in a blue moon she would run around panicking over the lack of clean panties. She wasn't exactly organized away from the eye of the public. As a single child to a rich family, she never had to be. She had her own room, all the privacy in the world, and a paid maid to pick up after her.<br/><br/>What she did do well, however, was present herself. Her uniform was freshly ironed, leaving the creases sharp and neat. Her makeup blended perfectly with her skin, destroying any trace of blemishes on her face. her eyes were perfectly framed by even, smooth lines of mascara, bringing out her sharp green eyes. Her golden blond hair gently flowed down her shoulder, and was brushed to flowing perfection.<br/><br/>With everything now in order, at least on her physical body, she turned off the deafening music, kicked random items under her bed, which she promised herself she would pick up later, and wandered out of her room. She headed in the general direction of the cafeteria, determined to obtain her omelette before her first class. What was in store for her, however, was much different.<br/><br/>The hallways were oddly empty. Silent beyond the norm. It didn't bother her at first, but soon she realized that she wasn't being greeted by people she hardly remembered. No one was looking at her, admiring her physical form. No high fives were occurring. The realization came to her all at once, she was entirely alone in the halls today, and this was anything but normal. It left her checking her phone to make sure it really was a Monday, and nor still the weekend, or some random holiday she'd forgotten. After confirming that she was indeed still sane, she simply shrugged and continued along her way. Moments later, she found something even more unusual than the eerie lack of people in the hallways. One of her best friends was lying face down on the floor, in a pool of their own blood.<br/>Her scream caught in her throat. For several moments, she simply stood there, frozen in terror, tears destroying the morning worth of work she had spent on her makeup. Eventually, she forced herself to slowly start walking towards the lifeless body. Reaching it, she knelt down on one knee, ignoring the cold blood on her black stockings. She finally found her voice.<br/>"n-no.. no! She's DEAD!" She's dead! Someone help!"<br/>As the last syllable parted from her lips, she became aware.<br/><br/>dozens of people suddenly stopped in their tracks in the crowded hallway, and looked upon the scene. The body was stiff and cold, Tomika hovering over it, holding it's hand, tears pouring from her face. The crowd parted, gasping, and in some cases, screaming in horror. Teachers and students alike gaped at the scene, blood splattered on the wall, the girls chest ripped open, exposing lung tissue, done, and arterial pathways. What could be assumed by an onlooker, except that she had suddenly been killed? Tomika was the only one to have noticed, but to them, she was aware of it moments before the rest of them. Who else could have done it?<br/>She found herself tackled to the floor, and stripped of her sword.