Emi was in the girls’ room, standing in front of a mirror. Looking back at her was the girl. Without the teeth, of course. Everything else, the same. The dark gleam in her eyes. The evil grin. The aura of chaos exuding off of her, disturbing the very air around her. She had the face and the body of Emi. But she wasn’t Emi. She wouldn’t be able to fool anyone who was somewhat familiar and friendly with Emi. Fortunately, that wasn’t important right now. She looked into the mirror, and saw the face of the real Emi. And smiled. The smile of Emi’s. The smile of a real person.
“So, this is what it feels like, being a real and true human,” she murmured. She pulled her eyes off of the mirror, and looked down at herself. Starting with the ends of her hands, her fingers, her arms, and upward to he
