(It becomes impossible to decide which is the more terrifying sensation: the feeling of being eaten alive like this, viciously torn apart chunk by chunk...or the feeling of losing more and more of her sense of being with each bite.
Madoka Kaname, 14 years old. A good girl who never lies. A resident of XXXX, she returned home from traveling abroad with her family, XXXX, XXXX and XXXX. She's best friends with Sayaka Miki, XXXX, XXXX and Homura Akemi. They all attend the same school, XXXX each other with their assignments and live XXXX lives. Such a bright, XXXX life...not the dark, agonizing moment that leaves the girl feelings more and more empty, more towards a blank state of being than a true death.
Her screams begin to weaken, her tears silently trickle, her eyes vacantly stare at whatever's before them. She knows what the ceiling and walls are, but can't bring herself to care about them. How can she care about such little things when she's losing more of herself by the moment? How much of herself even remains?
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Madoka Kaname, 14 years old. A good girl who never lies. A resident of XXXX, she returned home from traveling abroad with her family, XXXX, XXXX and XXXX. She's best friends with Sayaka Miki, XXXX, XXXX and Homura Akemi. They all attend the same school, XXXX each other with their assignments and live XXXX lives. Such a bright, XXXX life...not the dark, agonizing moment that leaves the girl feelings more and more empty, more towards a blank state of being than a true death.
Her screams begin to weaken, her tears silently trickle, her eyes vacantly stare at whatever's before them. She knows what the ceiling and walls are, but can't bring herself to care about them. How can she care about such little things when she's losing more of herself by the moment? How much of herself even remains?
Her hope remains.)