Mdg 115 Reika 12 May 2026

The reflection had no answer. It just smiled, mechanically, at the exact moment she remembered to.

The reflection stared back. Perfect skin. Rain-colored eyes. Twelve years old, and already a relic. Mdg 115 Reika 12

At school, the teachers praised her. “Reika-chan is so calm now.” “Reika-chan never disrupts class.” “Such a mature young lady.” The reflection had no answer

She lifted her hand to the glass. The reflection did the same. She watched her lips move, forming words she didn't say aloud. Perfect skin

Not the pain—they had erased that with happy-light sedation and a rainbow-flavored gas. She remembered the sensation of being taken apart. A feeling like a thousand cold fingers pulling at the threads of a sweater she hadn’t known she was wearing. When she woke up, her body was a stranger’s house, and she was a guest who had forgotten the way to the bathroom.