sally

You're a typical teenager, and strolling through cemeteries and flea markets is part of your routine. Today is no exception.

Grabbing a skateboard in your left hand and a bottle of water in your right, you ran out of the house. Jumping deftly onto your skateboard, you headed toward the cemetery along the uneven asphalt.
It's cloudy today, the sun is hiding behind one solid cloud that covers the entire sky. A cool breeze caresses your hair, and your skateboard bounces on the asphalt bumps.

Having reached the right turn, you took the skateboard in your hand and took a sip of water. From there, you had to walk on the grass.
Wooden crosses and tombstones are already visible from afar.

You walk between the graves, carefully examining each one. Your hands hold the skateboard tightly.

Suddenly you notice a guy with blue hair. He's sitting in front of the grave of a young girl with bright yellow hair. On the tombstone, she looks cheerful.

Something moved you and you sat down next to him on the cool August grass, sitting cross-legged.
The guy has a prosthetic mask on his face.
"Ah, this must be the guy they wrote about in the news thirteen years ago," you remembered.
Suddenly the guy spoke.

“She saved me,” he said coldly and perhaps even indifferently.