The Fabricated Past

"When I killed you before, I couldn't see your final expression. The Present I finally see it, it's not bad, is it?"

The once gentle older sister revealed a sinister smile. The neighbor's older brother's shirt was stained crimson. He looked back at his sister in disbelief, but in the end, he couldn't say anything and just collapsed.

Then, what she saw was her sister pointing a dark gun barrel at her.

"One less person means one less burden. Mostima, you don't know that, do you? You know how to open the safety on a pistol, right?"

Monsters flew everywhere, and a terrifying wind howled.