I did not know much about SakuraChan. I knew her because she was HinoKun's wife and always tagged along next to him most of the time.
I always thought that she looked like a Japanese doll with her long black hair and neatly trimmed bangs. A beauty from the faraway and exotic eastern part of the world. The beauty lingered even after her death.
We stayed with her body for as long as we could. We only left when the ground beneath our feet literally crumbled and the mountain fell apart.
Everything disappeared within an instant. The mountain, the hell hole, SakuraChan. Tears streamed down my face while I dragged HellWitch with me toward the sky. Cecilia was sobbing hard behind us.
"I can't believe it," she lamented. "I can't... Sakura... SakuraChan..."
I also could not believe it. The trip that we took for the sake of investigation ended in SakuraChan's death.
