Chapter 8: Psycho Smile
Mika was no longer human.
She had become an idea.
Ren was dead.
Yui was gone.
Kaito was hiding somewhere, covered in blood.
And Akari… Akari was just breathing.
Mika stood in the middle of the campus—in the morning, when people believe life is still normal. She wore the same smile that once looked cute. Now it was wrong. A little too wide. A little too calm.
“If love is dying,” Mika said softly,
“then everyone will die.”
She started walking toward people.
No screaming. No running.
Just walking.
A boy came toward her while talking on his phone. Mika stopped in front of him. He tried to ask something—but Mika only looked into his eyes.
Directly. Intentionally.
His words stopped. His lips began to tremble. His eyes widened—as if he had seen his own end. Then he fell. Straight to the ground. His head split open. Blood spread across the concrete.
Mika did not even blink.
She moved on.
A couple was sitting on a bench—hands held, talking about the future. Mika stood between them. The girl looked up angrily.
“What the—”
Their eyes met.
That was it.
The girl screamed. The boy tried to grab her—but his hands shook. Both collapsed together. Their screams shattered into the air. Their shadows on the ground were not normal—long, black, twisted.
As if the curse had stepped out before them.
People started running.
But Mika did not stop.
There was no emotion left in her eyes—no love, no anger. Only clarity. As if she had understood the simplest truth of the world.
“You all look,” she did not shout—she announced.
“You all desire. And where there is desire… there is the Black Kiss.”
The police arrived.
They surrounded Mika.
“Hands up!” someone shouted.
Mika did not raise her hands.
She just looked at them.
An officer pulled the trigger—
but before the bullet could fire, he fell. Eyes open, alive, but empty inside. The other officers stepped back—but it was too late.
They had already looked.
The color of the sky began to change. Sunlight looked dark—as if someone had lowered the saturation. Shadows stretched at strange angles between buildings. People fell without wounds. Only from gazes.
Akari was watching all this from a distance.
The black line on her lips had taken a shape now—like a symbol. A voice rose from inside her:
This will not stop now.
Mika finally looked at Akari.
And for the first time—
her smile softened a little.
“You understand, don’t you?” Mika said.
“I’m not crazy. I’m logical.”
She closed her eyes—then opened them.
The city was screaming.
Blood was flowing.
And black shadows were crawling on the walls—alive.
Mika was laughing.
Not psycho—
free.
And the Black Kiss…
was wearing its most beautiful smile.
Next Chapter...
The city was silent.
No traffic.
No voices.
No life.
Tokyo—the city that never truly slept—had become a corpse. Streetlights were still on, but their light was useless. Everything was covered in ......
