Miyuki
Jirachi-Sama / Red Masquerade
"The murderer here is your damn High Knight...!" She was angry. She'd been called the last thing she'd ever want to be compared to. She despised being placed in the same category as that abusive man that kept her locked in those cells for her entire life between the ages of five and twelve. An entire half of her life was taken away for no reason, just like so many others lost their whole lives for nothing. "You know what, I don't care anymore... Go ahead, call me a murderer all you want... It won't change the fact that your High Knight's the one who's a criminal... I barely turned five before I was thrown in this hell of a place... You can go ahead and call me whatever you want... You can even have my head... Just... as long as I kill that horrid trash in the form of a man, nothing else matters..." She started to walk off, a bit more than upset and depressed about it.
